Harry Potter: Made For Each Other

by IBegToDreamAndDiffer

Summary:

Lucius Malfoy is saved from the Dementor's Kiss by Harry Potter. Why? Harry Potter is his mate! Now they have to navigate their way through a relationship while also trying to help each other pick up the pieces of their slightly broken lives, facing the public, their friends and family, as well as themselves in the process, until they discover exactly why they are made for each other. Veela story.

Notes:

For SSDSnape.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. and various publishers worldwide. I make no money from this story, I just play.

Chapter 1: Saved From A Kiss

Lucius Malfoy's head drooped and the cold bricks bit into his back. He was sick of waiting, so very tired of the cold, the hunger pains, of his happy memories being torn free. He'd been here before, in Azkaban, but back then he'd had a reason to fight. He'd had to live for Draco and Narcissa.

Well they didn't need him anymore. Narcissa had finally divorced him after twenty years of a loveless marriage. Draco had friends to keep an eye on him, to keep people away from his allure. Draco, like his father, was a veela and yet to find his mate. He could live perfectly healthily until he found his mate, of course, but it was a half life; one where your heart, your soul, and your mind refused to feel completely whole.

Lucius wasn't as lucky. During the Battle of Hogwarts he'd found his mate, had physically touched and thus started the bonding process. But now he was stuck in Azkaban and his heart was tearing itself up. His soul was ripping to shreds and his mind was falling apart. He'd started the bonding, it was too late for him. He and his mate would both die if they didn't physically touch in the next 24 hours. Seeing as how Lucius was about to receive the Dementors' Kiss, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to touch his mate again.

What was worse, though, was that Lucius didn't know who it was. There had been so many people at the battle, it could be any one; student, professor, Order member or Death Eater. Lucius had spent every day since his seventeeth birthday waiting for his mate.

And now it was too late.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius was near incoherent as he was dragged from his cell. They took him to a chamber and the new Minister, Kingsley Shaklebolt, watched as Lucius was forced to his knees. It didn't take much to wrench the Malfoy patriarch's head back and pull his hands behind him. The man was a wreck; filthy hair, grime covered body, weak from lack of food, a tortured mind, and the veela in him dying.

But it was finally over and that made Lucius sigh in relief. The door behind him opened and a Dementor swept in, hovering over the floor and turning it's head to Lucius. Lucius felt it's pull, felt his memories being tugged out.

Inside he screamed, on the outside he breathed out a sigh. His head was tilted back and the Dementor leaned over him, ready to start the kiss.

A bright flash of light pushed the Dementor back. A patronus roared over Lucius, chasing the dementor down. Lucius fell as whoever was holding him let go.

'No,' he pleaded weakly, 'let it come!'

There was confusion and shouting, a stag rearing up and flying over Lucius, shrouding the Slytherin in warm, bright light. He curled up on the floor as harsh voices broke out, one harder then the rest.

And then there were warm arms encircling him, an embrace so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that Lucius turned into it. He burrowed his head into whoever held him, relief and love washing over him. His mate, it had to be. His mate had come for him.

'What is the meaning of this?' Kingsley demanded again.

'He's a veela,' a strong male voice said, the chest beneath Lucius rumbling. 'You know that, yes?'

Kingsley nodded. 'Of course, everyone in pure-blood circles knows that the Malfoys carry veela blood.'

'So you know that he will die without his mate,' the voice said and Lucius curled into it. A hand went through his hair and Lucius practically mewled.

'So what?' Kingsley said. 'Malfoy is to receive the Dementor's Kiss. We can do nothing for his mate.'

'I'm his mate,' the voice said and there were sharp intakes of breath.

'You can't be serious.'

'He is,' a female voice behind Lucius' mate said. 'We did all the research and Draco Malfoy confirmed it. If you kill Mr Malfoy, you kill Harry.'

Harry? As much as he didn't want to, Lucius pulled back from his mate. He looked up...

... into the eyes of Harry Potter. He was breathtaking, gorgeous, with warm emerald green eyes and short spiky black hair. He was wearing Muggle clothes; jeans, a red shirt, a cloak thrown over the lot. His glasses made his eyes seem bigger and he stared down at Lucius like he could see into his soul.

'No,' Lucius croaked. He couldn't do this, couldn't spoil the Saviour, the man who had saved them all. He couldn't force Harry Potter to be with him. He was young, beautiful, talented... he deserved better then a forty-four year-old ex-Death Eater.

'It's true,' Harry said, telling both Lucius and Kingsley. 'I bumped into him during the Battle of Hogwarts when he was looking for Draco. I felt... something, a spark, but thought little of it.

'After the war, I started to feel sick, like a piece of me was missing. It waned somewhat when I was around Draco, whom I struck up a friendship with after he apologised. I couldn't figure it out, why I felt so connected to Draco yet so lost, like part of me was missing.'

He took a deep breath and pulled Lucius closer.

'Eventually I told Hermione and Draco how I felt. After some research, we learned that this was what a person felt when they connected with their mate but was away from them. Draco told me I must be Lucius' mate and I felt connected to him because eventually Draco would be my son, or kit.

'Well, I knew that if I didn't see Lucius soon I'd die so... here I am.'

There was silence, Lucius struggling weakly to push Harry away, Harry holding him tightly. Kingsley was staring from Harry, to Lucius, to Hermione Granger. 'Is this true?' he finally asked.

'I would never lie about this,' Harry said. 'As much as I dislike Lucius Malfoy, he's my mate, and I feel I have to save him. I don't want him to die. Draco's told me about him, about the things he did to save Narcissa and Draco both. He's a good man, I can tell, I can feel it in my heart.'

He sighed.

'Please, Kingsley, give me a chance to show the world that Lucius Malfoy's a good man. Give me a chance to know my mate, to have the family I've always wanted. If you let him receive the Dementor's Kiss I'll die. I don't care for myself but I can't let that happen to him or Draco.'

'No,' Lucius said in a hoarse voice. 'No, please, you don't deserve me.'

'You were made for me, Lucius,' Harry said softly. 'Don't fight it.'

'Find someone else,' Lucius begged. 'You deserve someone young and good and whole, not me, please.' He couldn't stand the thought of Harry being bound to him. As much as it was killing his veela, who wanted to ravish Harry until the day they died, Lucius knew he would never be good enough. Harry deserved better.

'I deserve nothing more or less then you,' Harry said sternly. 'Don't fight it.'

'Leave me here, please,' Lucius begged, not caring that there were others whitnessing his breakdown.

'No,' Harry said sternly. 'I'll never leave you again.'

Lucius continued to fight, even as his veela swooned when Harry encased him with strong arms. His veela didn't care that Harry was only seventeen, a boy, or a Gryffindor. It wanted Harry completely, the man who had been made to be Lucius' perfect other half.

Lucius whimpered as Kingsley said, 'There's nothing I can do, is there?' Harry shook his head. 'What do you propse I do?'

'Dumbledore said Lucius can be put under house arrest at Hogwarts because we need to be near each other. I'll be going back to do my seventh year with a lot of other people.'

'So he'll be at Hogwarts?' Kingsley asked. He liked the thought of Lucius being surrounded by powerful wizards.

'Dumbledore said if he proves to be rational and safe he can teach Defence Against the Dark Arts,' Harry said. 'He's willing to move past the war and accept Lucius as my mate. He won't be able to hurt anyone in Hogwarts, not if I tell him not to.'

Kingsley sighed but nodded. 'Very well. If this is the only way, Harry, you can take him to Hogwarts now.'

'Sirius and Remus are waiting to help,' Harry said and stood up. He managed to pull Lucius into his arms, the man far to thin and weak. Lucius started crying, burying his head in his mate's shoulder. He didn't want this, didn't want Harry to be bound to him, but there was nothing he could do.

So he allowed the famous Harry Potter to carry him from Azkaban, arms tight around the fallen Slytherin.

Chapter 2: Things That Need To Be Said

When Lucius Malfoy woke he was in a gorgeous four-poster bed with a dark canopy overhead. The dark green drapes with gold lining were drawn, hiding the rest of the room for view. Lucius sat up and found the full ache that normally persisted in his temples was gone.

From touching my mate

, the wizard realised. The physical pain he had felt at his and his mate's seperation was gone and it made Lucius scowl. He was supposed to be an empty shell, not sitting in a warm bed. Lucius had resinged himself to the Dementors Kiss, had known he deserved it after all the shit he'd done over his life.

Yet here he was, alive and well... well, slightly well.

Drawing back the covers, Lucius found himself in dark pyjama pants and a thick jumper that hid his malnourished form. He stepped from the bed and on weak legs, pushed the drapes back.

The room was... breathtaking, really. It was all dark wood and large windows, open and allowing the midday sun to warm the room. The wallpaper was dark green with black flower patterns and there were bookcases filled with dark objects, books (both Muggle and magical) as well as pictures that Lucius recognised from Malfoy Manor.

There were clothes in the walk-in wardrobe, moisturisers and soaps in the en-suite bathroom that was tiled in Gryffindor colours. Lucius wanted a hot shower but the urge to find out where he was overtook the need to scrub himself clean.

Leaving the room after getting dressed, Lucius found himself in a dark hallway, the stone cool under his feeth. He passed four other room before turning a corner and hearing voices. Lucius paused in the hallway and listened carefully.

'Harry, I thought you were joking!' That came from the red-head, Ronald if Lucius remembered correctly. Ah, yes; the youngest Weasley boy.

'Obviously I wasn't,' came Harry's smooth and... annoyed? ... voice. 'He's my mate, Ron.'

As much as Lucius wanted to ignore it, warmth spread over his heart at the words. Harry was admitting to Lucius being his mate and it made him smile slightly.

'But... he's Lucius Malfoy!' Ron tried again.

'I am aware of that, I may wear glasses but I'm not blind,' Harry said. 'He's my mate, Ron, my destined other half. I couldn't let him die.'

Ron humphed. 'You're seriously going to bond with Lucius Malfoy?' he asked.

'If he is willing, yes,' Harry said. 'Ron, you have no idea what it was like after the Hogwarts battle. Voldemort was dead and we were finally safe but... I just felt so awful, and not just about all the lives that were lost.'

He sighed and there was a thud, telling Lucius that the younger wizard had sat down heavily.

'I felt like part of me was missing, like my very soul was cracked down the middle. And every time I was around Draco it intensified, I just felt... half happy, half sad. When we figured out why...' He sighed again. 'Ron, you know that I love you and your family, but I want my own family. Lucius and Draco could be that for me if I give them a chance.'

'How do you know this isn't some trick on Malfoy's part?' Ron demanded.

Someone else tutted and Hermione Granger's voice reached Lucius' ears. 'Ron, Lucius was in prison, remember? Has been since about an hour after the war. So I very much doubt he even knew that Harry was his mate until this morning.'

'But...' Ron still tried to fight.

'I know he's done bad things, Ron, but remember that he didn't even fight in the last battle,' Harry said. 'He was too busy looking for Draco. After that he went with the Aurors quietly and even divorced Narcissa when she asked.'

'Divorces are unheard of in the Malfoy family, you know that,' Hermione added. 'Usually both parties just have affairs. But Lucius divorced Narcissa because she asked, not wanting her to be widowed.'

'He's a vile, twisted man,' Ron grumbled.

'He's my mate!' Harry snapped and once again warmth spread through Lucius' body. 'Yeah, he's made mistakes, but from what Draco has told me he's a good man. He has the potential to be a great man if we help. He just needs someone who loves him for who he is, not for his wealth and name and power...'

Harry's voice had trailed off at the end and Lucius suspected that the green-eyed teen wasn't just speaking about the Malfoy patriarch.

'Lucius has done terrible things, I know,' Harry continued, 'but he deserves a second chance, Ron, and I'm going to give him one.'

'How can you do that?' Ron demanded. 'How can you just accept this?'

'I have no choice,' Harry said, suddenly tired.

'Ron, Harry wasn't accepting of this at first,' Hermione said softly. 'He freaked out at the thought of being bonded to a man, a far older one who was a Death Eater.' She paused and Lucius had to fight the urge to move closer and see her face, and Harry's. 'But the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Lucius won't use Harry for his status as The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice. He won't want Harry's money or anything.'

Ron scoffed.

'He has enough money,' Harry said firmly. 'And I doubt he'll want to be in the papers any more then he already is. First his fall from grace, then his divorce, his sentencing... he'll probably want to avoid reading The Daily Prophet as much as I do.'

'Lucius Malfoy,' Ron muttered.

'Is intelligent, powerful, charming, sneaky, and a good father,' Harry said. 'He did a lot of things in the war, Ron, and before that, but at the end of the day he defected to protect Draco. Plus he can't hurt me, I'm his mate, he'll have to protect me, being the dominant one.'

Hermione chuckled. 'There's also the fact that he's gorgeous.'

Both Harry and Ron made strangled noises and Hermione giggled.

'What? Don't deny it, Harry. Sure, he's a slimey git, but he's a damn beautiful one.' There was a light growl and Hermione's smirk could be heard in her voice. 'Calm down, Harry, he's all yours. I'm quite happy admiring him from afar.'

Emotions Lucius hadn't felt in years coursed through his body, the main one being lust. Harry had just got jealous... had growled at one of his best friends for admiring Lucius' looks. He smiled slightly despite himself, his veela glad that his mate was already so protective.

Lucius shook his head and decided to make his presence known, if only to stop the three talking about his looks. Ron was just about to shout at Hermione when Lucius walked around the corner, eyeing the three quietly.

They all regarded each other in silence, Harry and Lucius staring at each other, Ron and Hermione looking from one to the other. Finally Hermione dragged Ron up, kissed Harry on the cheek, and left.

Lucius scowled after them, his own jealousy coursing through him after Hermione's little kiss. A chuckle made him turn away from the portrait Hermione and Ron had disappeared through.

'She's just a friend,' Harry said, relaxing in the arm chair.

Lucius glared. 'I don't care who she is.'

'Sure you don't,' Harry smiled. 'Would you like something to eat?'

Lucius was famished but not about to tell Harry that. The teenager called out a name and a small house elf appeared with a tray of sandwiches and drinks. Lucius eyed the food longingly but didn't want to prove Harry Potter right. The younger wizard just stared at him until Lucius sat in the arm chair opposite, crossing his legs.

Harry's eyes trailed up and down his body slowly, taking everything in. Though Lucius was far from his former, regal self, he still looked gorgeous in the snug trousers and loose shirt Harry had laid out for him. The silver material highlighted his eyes beautifully and Harry spent a minute appreciating the man's broad shoulders.

'Stop leering at me, Potter,' Lucius scowled.

Harry smiled, not even looking embarrassed. 'Can't I admire my mate's physique?'

'No,' Lucius said shortly.

Harry shrugged. 'I'm going to whether you like it or not, and I'm sure you do.' He leaned forward and selected a goblet of pumpkin juice, taking a small sip before picking out a sandwhich. He ate silently, eyes roaming over Lucius again and again.

Lucius wanted to squirm. No one had ever looked at him with that amount of hunger, of lust, and it was half arousing, half terrifying. He still hadn't accepted this bond between himself and Potter, refused to think about it really, and Harry's staring was making it impossible to ignore.

'What do you want from me?' Lucius asked, trying to ignore his aching stomach.

'Whatever you want to give me,' Harry said simply. Lucius frowned. 'Honestly, Lucius, I won't force you into anything,' Harry continued, brushing crumbs from his trousers.

Lucius scowled. 'And what do you mean by that?'

'I've done a lot of research on veela mates,' Harry said, leaning back once more in his arm chair. He sipped from his goblet before continuing. 'From my understanding, we have to have a physical relationship. Whether that is sexual or not is up to you.' He paused to drink yet again, eyeing Lucius slowly. 'The physical contact is needed to keep your veela, and the one that will grow in me, satisfied. It is detramental to our continued living. Our veelas, and us, will slowly burn away if we don't touch each other.

'This happens rarely because veela mates are made to be each other's perfect other halves,' Harry said. 'I find it difficult to understand completely, but Draco has assured me that we will be perfect for each other. We'll have our fights, like any other couple, but at the end of the day our love runs so deep that we will forgive each other.

'To be apart will cause us physical and emotional harm,' Harry continued. 'Our bond started at the battle of Hogwarts and it's been agony for me to be away from you. Each day has been worse then the last; the headaches, the nausea, the ache in my very being... but that's all gone now because I held you.'

Lucius remembered Harry's touch and shivered despite himself. He couldn't deny that being wrapped in Harry's arms was lovely.

The teenager, of course, saw the shiver and smirked. 'Shall I continue?' he asked. When Lucius remained silent, he spoke again. 'Slowly we'll learn everything about each other and accept everything. We will be completely smitten with each other, protective, and have eyes for no one else. We'll care deeply and be fiercely protective of any children, or kit, we have together, and that includes Draco.

'I will effectively become Draco's other parent, loving him as I would a child of my own. It's already started, by the way; I keep forcing him to eat extra helpings of food.'

Harry smiled to himself before looking at Lucius again.

'I'm sure you, being a veela, know all this, but I fear you're going to try and fight our bond. So let me say this; I am not leaving you, Lucius Malfoy. The thought of living without my mate makes me want to crawl into a hole and die. I might not love you yet but I already care about you. We have a bad past, that can't be denied, but I'm hoping we can work through it. All I need is your co-operation.'

He was silent then, staring at Lucius carefully. Lucius just stared back. He'd waited years for his mate, hoping that one day he could claim the man or woman that would be with him, and love him, forever.

And now... this. He was stuck with Harry Potter.

It wasn't as revolting as Lucius had thought it would be. Harry was a powerful, intelligent wizard, who cared for those loyal to him and risked his life to save the wizarding world, Lucius and Draco included. He was handsome, interesting, with a fiery temper that matched Lucius' own.

But he was pure, good, whole. Lucius was... divorced, with an ex-wife who was now off with a new lover, a son who hadn't visited him in Azkaban, a destroyed reputation, and an ugly mark tattooed onto his skin. Harry didn't deserve to be stuck with Lucius, he deserved someone better.

Harry's eyes softened and he said, 'I can feel your hesitance.' He touched his heart and Lucius stared. No, was it possible? Could Harry already feel Lucius' emotions? 'I know veelas and their mates develop the ability to feel each other's emotions,' Harry continued. 'Yes, Lucius, I can already feel yours but only just.' His eyes turned stormy then, dangerous, and Lucius found himself leaning back. 'I don't deserve anything other then you. I want a family, I want someone who loves me for me, and you could be that if you let yourself. Will you?'

Lucius couldn't, he wouldn't.

So he said, 'No.'

'Why not?' Harry asked.

'What makes you think I'll soil myself with a half-blood?' Lucius spat, mustering up all his courage. It physically hurt to speak to his mate with such hatred but he had to, had to convince Harry that this wouldn't work.

'Aren't you sick of wearing a mask, of being the spiteful, hateful Malfoy patriarch?' Harry asked curiously. 'I've heard from Draco that you're very different in private; warm, calm, loving. Severus backed that up when I didn't believe it.'

Lucius scowled. 'I am what I am, Potter.'

'And I think you're a kind, decent man,' Harry said.

'You're a fool.'

'I've been told that,' Harry said with a smile.

'Why are you so accepting of this?' Lucius asked. 'Anyone else would be freaking out about being bound to a Malfoy, your Weasley friend is proof of that.'

'I admit I freaked out at first,' Harry said, 'but when I realised that I could have a family, someone to love me for me, the idea grew on me.'

'Why is having a family so important to you?' Lucius demanded. He himself had never had a great family, his father had beaten him since he was a child. When people spoke of family, Lucius cringed.

Harry felt the anger, the bitterness, radiating from his partner and sighed. 'I never had one growing up,' he admitted. 'As you know, my mother and father died when I was one because of that bastard Voldemort.'

Lucius flinched at the name.

'The people who raised me, my aunt, uncle and cousin, were horrible. They hated me, starved me, made me sleep in a cupboard until I returned from my first year at Hogwarts.' He swirled his pumpkin juice as Lucius stared at him. 'I assume that, like everyone else, you thought I grew up a prince?' Harry asked. Lucius found himself nodding and Harrry chuckled darkly. 'I only got food when I completed chores, chores that would make any grown man tired. I was beaten with fists and belts, my uncle trying to smack the magic out of me.

'I didn't know my name was Harry until I was seven. One of Dudley's friend's asked me and Aunt Petunia had to tell him. I didn't know my last name was Potter until Uncle Vernon screamed that at me when I was ten.

'Besides the beatings, I was starved of attention, of love, my aunt and uncle doting on my cousin while smacking me around. Dudley and his friends joined in, beating the little freak because my relatives said it was okay. My glasses were always broken, my clothes too large for my skinny frame. I'd never tasted chicken or beef or chocolate until I got to Hogwarts.'

Harry paused his story to swig his drink again before grimacing. With a wave of hand he changed it to wine and took a deep drink. Lucius just watched, completely captivated by the young wizard.

'I didn't have any friends until Hogwarts too,' Harry admitted. 'No one wanted to be friends with me, the freak, the weird Potter kid, the orphan who, according to my uncle, was dangerous and deranged.'

He looked up at Lucius, eyes full of anger, jealousy, everything Lucius had ever felt when looking at people with happy families.

'Ron Weasley was always jealous of me, thought I had it all; money, fame, looks.' He snorted. 'He had what I wanted the most; a mum and dad who loved him, siblings who would always be there for him, a home, a bedroom, a place he felt safe. Me? I had reporters hounding me, following my every move, printing my picture. I was famous for killing the man who murdered my parents. I was famous for the one act that destroyed my life.

'And later, I was famous for all the wrong reasons. People like Severus, and you and Draco no doubt, thought I loved it. Why would I?' Harry demanded in a tone that made Lucius wilt. 'Famous for a man trying to kill me! Famous for some dickhead throwing my name into a tournament that would most likely get me killed! Famous for having a hord of fucking Death Eaters trying to torture me for being against Voldemort!'

He scowled and looked Lucius over but not in the lustful way he had before.

'Famous, Lucius, for being the Chosen One, the one who had to kill Voldemort all over again, who had to put the ones he loved in danger just by being near them. Do you want to hear about my life so far?' Harry demanded. 'Do you want to hear about my so-called perfect life?

'Ron Weasley was almost killed by a giant chess set when he followed me to protect the Philosopher's Stone. Hermione Granger, too, figuring out what was poison and what wasn't so I could go forward and face Voldemort. We were kids, eleven, and we went through so much, I myself facing Quirrell and Voldemort. That was in my first year.

'My second year I was thought the heir of Slytherin, feared by my fellow students, even my best friends. Ginny Weasley was posessed because of how close she was to me, Tom Riddle using her to set the basilisk on students. I had to face it, and a teenage him, and I was only twelve. When other twelve-year-olds were worrying about homework and the weekend, I was worrying about living to the end of the year.

'My third year I was supposedly stalked by a mass murderer who turned out to be my godfather while a real mass murdered slept in my dorm room.'

Lucius had heard the story from Wormtail and Voldemort, had heard about Pettigrew betraying the Potters.

'Sirius was taken from me again, forced to run because Pettigrew escaped. My one chance at a real family was stolen,' Harry said bitterly. Lucius felt his heart melting, going out to the teenager seated across from him.

'We come to my fourth year, which I'm sure you remember,' Harry said. 'I had to compete in the Triwizard Tournament because Barty Crouch Jr put my name in the cup. I was fourteen-years old and I battled a dragon, mer-people, and Voldemort all in one. I was tortured in front of you and the Death Eaters after I unwillingly helped Voldemort gain a new body. I watched my friend die, I watched Pettigrew betray me once again.

'I escaped, only to be called a liar by the wizaring world. That year I was left alone with my abusive relatives, Lucius, beaten and starved again as my friends ignored my every letter. I was forced to watch Voldemort torture people through our link, you included.' His eyes softened slightly at that and he drank more wine. 'I faced him again in the Minister of Magic.'

Lucius remembered that well and squirmed. He hadn't wanted to hurt Harry or his friends, they were just teenagers. Lucius might have had a violent streak but he didn't want to hurt children and had tried to stop Bellatrix doing just that.

'I battled him, I fought against our link,' Harry continued his story. 'Sixth year Dumbledore taught my about the horcruxes before Voldemort declared war on the wizarding world. After that I went on the run with Hermione and Ron, hunting down the horcruxes while Dumbledore faked his death to give Severus a chance to worm his way closer to Voldemort.'

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes.

'You know the rest,' the teen said. 'We destroyed the horcruxes, and I finally destroyed Voldemort.' He looked up at Lucius, looking tired. 'You're probably wondering why I told you all that.'

Despite himself, Lucius nodded.

'I want you to know the real me, Lucius, not the me that Draco and Severus and The Prophet has told you. I am not a god, nor a hero. I am a broken eighteen-year-old who wants love, affection, who wants to be accepted for who he is. My godfather, the Weasleys, my best friends and Remus Lupin... they try, they really do, but they went so long hearing about Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter the Saviour, Harry Potter the Golden Boy. They see me as a hero, as the man who crushed Voldemort.

'They're always overlooking the fact that I'm broken, fractured, someone who was starved of attention for ten years before suddenly having attention thrust on him. I hate seeing my picture, my name, my private life projected for all the world to see. I hate it; I hate being touched or talked about by people who barely know me.

'I want to be normal, Lucius, just once. I want someone to love me, someone to know me completely. Ginny Weasley wanted to be that person but she's hero-worshipped me since she was six. Her mother has filled her head with nonsense, making me out to be prince charming.'

Lucius scoffed and Harry smiled.

'My thoughts exactly,' Harry said. 'Lucius, I'm accepting this bond between us because I know you'll continue to tease me, taunt me, push my temper. You'll see the broken man, the not-perfect soul that I truly am. And if you let our bond grow you'll accept all that and love me. I want a family, a real family, with someone who understands me. And I have no doubt that you'll be that person.'

Lucius was still reeling from the knowledge Harry had shared him. He'd never thought that Harry was anything but a pampered prince. Of course he'd seen the boy's state in his second year, covered in blood and holding a sword, but he'd thought of little but his own safety.

Now he knew that Harry had battled a basilisk, a basilisk for fuck's sake! Lucius' veela growled at the thought of his little mate being attacked by a giant snake.

Harry stood suddenly and approached Lucius, who shifted in his arm chair. 'What are you doing?' he demanded when Harry stopped in front of him.

Harry smiled. 'Proving that you want me as much as I want you.'

And then he leaned down and kissed him.

Just like that.

Lips against lips.

And Lucius groaned.

He pulled Harry forward, the teenager straddling his hips quickly. Harry's lips were like liquid gold against his own. It was the best, the most passionate, the most wonderful snog Lucius Malfoy had ever felt. All lips paled in comparrison to Harry's. They were the perfect shape and size, the perfect softness and wetness while also being hard.

Lucius inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with Harry's scent. He groaned again when Harry moved on his lap, the Gryffindor wrapping his arms around Lucius' neck to kiss him harder.

Harry's lips were like a drug, like a shot of adrenilin and lust right to his core. His veela roared it's approval as Harry pulled back for air, eyes glazed over.

'Fucking hell,' the teenager said.

Lucius couldn't help but smirk. 'I'm a fabulous kisser, Mr Potter.'

Harry chuckled. 'So you're going to accept the bond?' When it looked like Lucius was going to say no, Harry kissed him again, and each wizard lost themselves to the gesture.

How had Lucius ever stood kissing Narcissa? Or touching her, or any of his lovers? Harry was... absolutely perfect.

When they broke apart again, Lucius groaned, wanting those lips back.

'I won't kiss you again unless you accept our bond,' Harry said.

'How can you just take this so calmly?' Lucius demanded. 'I wasn't aware you were gay.'

'I'm not gay,' Harry said, 'I only have eyes for you. I'm... Lucius-sexual.'

Lucius smiled in satisfaction.

'Lucius, I freaked out a month ago,' Harry said. 'Now I've accepted it. Yeah, it's weird; being bonded to a man more then twice my age is a little strange but...' he sighed. 'I want a family and I know I can grow to love you.' He smiled suddenly. 'Plus you're gorgeous.'

Lucius groaned again when Harry wiggled on his lap, making blood rush to the Slytherin's crotch.

'So, gonna accept me?' Harry asked.

Lucius was still battling, heart and mind going head-to-head. His veela wanted to say yes, while his mind screamed at him to say no. No, he couldn't do this to Harry, Harry deserved better.

Frowning as he watched the man fight himself, Harry tried to think of what he could do, or say, to get Lucius Malfoy to accept this.

And then it hit him.

Wetting his lips, Harry grabbed Lucius' hair and pushed it aside. He sank his teeth into the pale, smooth neck, biting hard and making Lucius gasp and go still. Suddenly the veela in Lucius growled, not too happy that it's submissive mate was taking control.

Lucius pushed Harry and, with a low growl, sank his teeth into Harry's tanned skin. Harry gasped and his veela, which was growing stronger every day, mewled. It gave in completely, making Harry go limp as Lucius' strong arms wrapped around him.

Harry felt completely at ease, safe, protected, as Lucius' tongue licked at the bite marks in his neck. He hummed under his breath and pushed back, trying to get closer to his mate. Lucius let him, a smile on his face as his veela leapt for joy. He was in control, Harry was doing as he was told, all was right.

Lucius bit him again and Harry groaned, arching his neck to give the Slytherin more access. Lucius nibbled along his neck, leaving dark marks and soft red ones. He smiled to himself. Harry was marked as a taken man, as his mate. No one would touch him now and if they did...

Lucius grabbed Harry by the chin and made him turn. Harry's eyes were half-lidded and glazed with desire, with happiness. Lucius licked along his skin before stopping when he reached his lips.

'You're mine,' he told the teenager.

Harry nodded.

'Say it.'

'I'm yours.'

'Forever,' Lucius said, veela fogging his brain, pushing away the doubts he'd had before.

'Yes,' Harry said, nodding again.

Looking him over again, Lucius leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was a kiss of love and ownership, of equality and desire and everything Lucius and Harry had to offer each other. Harry groaned and reached up, threading his fingers through Lucius' hair. Lucius growled and kissed Harry harder, arms wound around the boy tightly.

Chapter 3: Accepting The Bond

Lucius woke very early feeling better then he had in... ever. There was a warm content feeling in his heart and for once his veela was silent. He yawned and shuffled further under the blankets, trying to find whatever was keeping him warm. It took him a few minutes to realise his arms were wrapped tightly around... someone.

Blinking, Lucius sat up and looked down, shifting the blankets aside. Harry Potter was curled up against his chest, mouth parted slightly as he slept. His glasses were gone, eyes closed so Lucius couldn't see the bright green of his irises. His hair was, if possible, even messier then Lucius had ever seen it; jet black, sticking up wildly, covering his forehead.

He looked peaceful, happy, and snuggled further into Lucius as the Slytherin pulled the blankets back. He was wearing a ratty black t-shirt that hung loose at the neck, showing a series of love bites up and down his white skin.

Lucius found a growl building up in his throat. Who had touched Harry, his mate? Who the hell had thought it would be a wise idea to mark Harry?

The memories came flooding back and Lucius realised that he was the one who'd marked Harry. He remembered talking to Harry, hearing his mate recount his broken childhood, his acceptance of their bond.

And then Harry, beautiful Harry, biting him.

Lucius touched his neck and traced over the teeth marks. He smiled, remembering Harry's submission when Lucius himself had bit him. And the kissing, the touching... they'd fallen asleep just holding each other, Lucius' veela finally satisfied to have his mate so close.

The blonde realised everything would be differnet now. He'd felt protective of Harry ever since the boy had hugged him in Azkaban. But now that he and his mate had kissed, had slept beside each other, it was different. Lucius wouldn't be able to go long without having Harry beside him. The bonding had strengthened, Lucius needed Harry with him.

And he wanted Harry with him. Though his veela had felt that way since Harry scooped him up in Azkaban, now Lucius felt the samw way; he couldn't bear to have Harry away from him. He needed to keep an eye on his mate, needed to keep him safe and protect him. The thought of Harry sleeping in the Gryffindor dormitory with so many other males around made him growl again.

Harry shifted and Lucius pressed his lips together. Slowly his mate began to wake, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He squinted at Lucius before groping for his glasses. As Harry woke more, he remembered the previous days events and smiled.

'So, gonna stop being an idiot?' the teen demanded.

Lucius scowled. 'Excuse me?'

'You were trying to fight our bond,' Harry said.

'I don't-'

'Want to be with me?' Harry butted in. 'M'kay.' He moved away and suddenly Lucius' skin felt cold. He growled loudly and yanked Harry back, wrapping his arms around the teenager and pulling him into his chest. Harry grinned and let him, snuggling into the older wizard. 'Mm.'

'Don't go,' Lucius said.

'So you do want me,' Harry teased.

'Shut up, Potter.'

'I'll leave if you don't call me Harry.' He tried again and Lucius tightened his hold.

'Fine, fine, Harry. Don't go.'

Harry grinned. 'I don't want to, Lucius, I told you that when I got you out of Azkaban. It's you who doesn't want to give this a go.'

Lucius wet his lips and paused before speaking. 'I don't want you to be obligated, to have your life changed simply because I'm your mate. You deserve better.'

'Lucius, you were made for me, we were made for each other,' Harry said. 'You have no control over who your mate is, you didn't choose me, the universe did. It was decided when you were born and before I was born.'

'Exactly,' Lucius scowled, finally voicing his fears aloud. 'You don't have a choice and it angers me. You deserve more, Harry.'

'I deserve you and I want you,' Harry said. 'You're perfect for me, Lucius, I just don't know how yet. I can feel it, though, in my heart.' He shifted back to look up at the Slytherin. 'I want to learn about you, I want to learn everything. If we spend time together we'll grow to love each other, I know we will.'

Lucius stared at him, taking in Harry's face and words.

'Will you give us the chance, Lucius?' Harry asked. 'Or would you rather die?'

Lucius continued to stare at him, arms still wrapped around the teenager. A few minutes passed before Lucius sighed. 'Fine.'

Harry felt his heart rate increase. 'Really?'

'Yes, I can't let you go,' Lucius said and slid back under the blankets, pulling Harry close. He rested his chin on Harry's head, breathing in deeply and filling his nostrils with Harry's scent. Harry snuggled into his chest, breathing out a sigh of relief that tickled Lucius' naked chest. 'You'll have to spend a lot of time here,' Lucius told him. 'I can't be without you for long.'

'Mm, sounds good,' Harry yawned.

'And we need to spend time together away from Hogwarts,' Lucius continued, 'to get to know each other.'

'Mm-hmm.'

'And you'll start to feel overly protective of Draco. He's my kit and soon you'll feel the same way about him.'

'Hmm, my own baby boy,' Harry giggled.

Lucius smiled, Harry's laughter like music to his ears. 'Harry?'

'Mm?'

'Thank you for helping me.'

'No worries.'

'Not just with Azkaban but for helping Draco when he defected,' Lucius said.

'No worries,' Harry said. 'So...' the teen mumbled a few minutes later and Lucius looked down at him. The black-haired wizard sat up and smiled. 'Do I get a good morning kiss?'

Lucius grinned and leaned forward, kissing Harry softly. When Harry whimpered, Lucius' veela pushed forward, deepening the kiss and claiming Harry's mouth as his own. Lucius pushed Harry down and climbed atop him, covering Harry with his body.

They kissed for a few minutes before Lucius' hand moved up Harry's shirt, touching heated and soft skin.

'L-Lucius,' Harry gasped, 's-stop.'

Lucius' veela obeyed immediately and the wizard sat back. 'What? What's wrong?'

Harry was blushing, looking nicely kissed with swollen lips and pink cheeks. Lucius wanted to kiss him again but Harry stopped him with a hand to the chest. 'I've...' Harry licked his lips and Lucius groaned, trying to move forward again. 'Lucius, stop and listen.'

With a huff, Lucius climbed off the teenager and folded his arms to control himself.

Harry sat up and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. Lucius wanted to reach out and touch him; he looked adorable in the morning.

'I've only ever kissed three people, you included,' Harry said and Lucius growled. Jealousy reared it's head and before Harry could continue, Lucius was speaking.

'Who?' he demanded. 'Who kissed you?'

'I'm not telling you.'

'Tell me!' Lucius ordered. 'Tell me so I can beat them to within an inch of their lives!' Harry stared at him. 'Who kissed you? You're mine, not theirs!'

Harry reached out and cupped Lucius' cheek, the veela instantly pushing into the contact and practically purring. Harry smiled and said, 'Lucius, it was ages ago, and it was only ever a few kisses.' Lucius scowled. 'It was before either of us realised we were mates so it doesn't count, alright? I'm never going to kiss anyone else, I'm yours.'

Lucius continued to scowl, wondering how he could find out who Harry had kissed. He had a feeling it was that Weasley girl.

'Promise me that if you find out you won't hurt them,' Harry demanded. 'Promise me, Lucius, or I'll go sleep in my dormitory for the rest of the holidays.'

'No!' Lucius shouted and launched himself at Harry. He clung to him tightly, fear spiking through him. 'No, don't go.' He didn't want Harry to leave, couldn't handle it if Harry left.

'Promise me and I won't,' Harry said softly.

Lucius huffed but mumbled, 'Fine, I promise.'

Harry smiled and kissed his forehead. 'Good. Now, back to what I was saying.' Lucius nuzzled into his chest and Harry grinned. 'I've kissed people and you and I have kissed, but... well, I've never... I've never had... sex.'

Lucius pulled back to look at him. 'Do you mean with another man?'

'With anyone,' Harry said. 'Someone wanted to,' he continued, 'but it didn't feel right to me and I just couldn't. This was after the Hogwarts Battle so... I'm assuming the veela growing in me wouldn't let me. It wanted to be with you and you only so... I'm a virgin in every sense of the word.'

Lucius continued to stare at his mate, mind whirling. On one hand he wondered how on earth his beautiful love had never had sex; he was gorgeous, anyone could see that.

On the other hand Lucius was immensely happy, his veela approving whole-heartedly. To know that his mate, his delicious Harry, had never been touched by anyone... it filled Lucius with lust and pride and love.

It also meant that he wouldn't have to go hunt down and kill anyone who had seen Harry naked.

'I know you're experienced, obviously, you have a son,' Harry continued. 'And I'm a little ticked off that people have seen you naked and I haven't.' He scowled and Lucius grinned, delighted that his young mate was jealous. 'But there's nothing I can do about that,' Harry said.

'I'll never be with anyone else,' Lucius told him. 'My veela wouldn't allow me to stray.'

'I know, I've researched it,' Harry said. 'What I'm trying to say is... well, you've had sex before and I haven't. I know your veela wants to bond with penetrative sex-' Lucius' cock twitched at the words, '- and my veela does too, I do too,' Harry said. 'But I'm not ready for that.'

Lucius felt his cock droop. 'What are you saying?' he asked.

'I do want to have sex with you,' Harry said, 'but not yet. I think we should get to know each other first, as mates and friends and just... as Harry and Lucius. I don't want to have sex just because our veelas tell us to. I want it to be special.' He looked up at Lucius hesitantly. 'C-Can you handle that?'

Lucius' veela wanted to throw Harry down and bond right there and then. Why should he wait? Harry was his, his mate, and Lucius deserved sex.

But he didn't want to hurt his love, didn't want to force Harry into sex just because they were mates. He wanted Harry to be ready, to want him and give him everything.

Lucius could wait.

'Yes,' he said and drew Harry in. 'If that's what you want, we will wait.'

Harry smiled and snuggled into Lucius' chest again. 'This is my favourite spot in the whole world,' he said, voice mumbled against Lucius' skin.

'Is it?' Lucius asked.

'Mm,' Harry nodded. 'S'warm, comfy, smells nice...' he trailed off to breathe in deeply, Lucius' scent filling his nostrils. 'Wanna stay here forever.'

Lucius agreed completely. He felt so warm and comfortable with Harry in his arms. His mate was protected here, safe, and Lucius didn't want to move.

'We'll have to leave at some point,' Lucius said. 'But I think we can stay here a while.'

'Good,' Harry said and yawned. 'Can you wake me for breakfast?'

Chapter 4: Getting To Know Each Other

Breakfast was strange for both Lucius and Harry. As soon as they sat down, a house elf popped into view and grinned. The little elf, who introduced herself as Livvy, piled the table high with toast, waffles, bacon, fried mushrooms, everything Lucius could imagine eating for breakfast. His mouth watered as Harry thanked Livvy, who disappeared with a soft pop.

'Lucius?' Harry questioned when the blonde didn't move.

'Oh, um... just...' Lucius blushed and Harry chuckled. The teenager stood and started piling a plate high with food.

'Anything you prefer?' Harry asked.

'I don't like eggs or tomato,' Lucius admitted.

Harry nodded and grabbed some toast, bacon, and waffles. He added yogurt when Lucius nodded his approval and set the lot in front of the Slytherin. Lucius started down at his plate as Harry got his own breakfast.

'Pot- erm, Harry?'

'Mm?' Harry said, not looking up.

'Why did you serve me breakfast?'

Harry blinked and looked up, as though he'd just realised what he'd done. 'Oh...' he said and turned dark red. 'I... I don't know.'

Lucius smiled at the colour on his mate's face. 'I don't mind, Harry, honestly.'

'I have no idea why I did that,' Harry said. 'It just... seemed like a good idea.'

'Well, as the submissive in our relationship it's in your blood to want to take care of your family.' Harry tilted his head and Lucius continued. 'The submissive veela is all about family; protecting our young, your mate, and making sure everyone's happy. You'll be fiercely protective of myself and Draco and that includes making sure we eat. It's my job to earn a living and provide for the family.'

'So I'm like... the mother?' Harry asked.

'I suppose so, yes,' Lucius nodded. When he saw the look on Harry's face, he said, 'Harry, being the submissive isn't a bad thing. Everyone thinks it means you're weak and just do what I say but that's not true. It's a lot of work taking care of a family and keeping everyone together. You're the only person who'll be able to calm me down if I get angry. You're the only person I'll listen to and trust without a doubt.'

'So... I'm the stronger half?' Harry grinned.

Lucius tutted. 'I didn't say that, Mr Potter.'

'Just admit it,' Harry teased. 'I'm the brains in this relationship.'

Lucius rolled his eyes and started eating.

'Ah, poor dominating Lucius, needs to listen to an eighteen-year-old,' Harry grinned.

'Shut up.'

'Ooh,' Harry said and Lucius couldn't help but smile. 'Ha, made you grin.'

Lucius shook his head but was still smiling as they ate.

 

{oOo}

 

They spent the morning just talking and cuddling on the sofa. At first they sat in seperate arm chairs, shifting awkwardly and trying to start conversations. Eventually Harry dragged Lucius to the couch and sat him down. He snuggled into the older man, resting his head on Lucius' chest. Lucius hesitated before wrapping one arm around the teenager, who murmured in content.

After that the conversations were easy.

They discussed books and music, school life and families. Lucius learned a bit more about Harry; his favourite subject, what books he liked, how much he loved Quidditch and respected Sirius and Remus, Hermione and Ron. Ron seemed a sore subject for the Gryffindor, who hadn't heard from his friend since the previous day.

'It'll be fine,' Lucius said. Harry grunted. 'He'll come around, Harry.' Harry had told him about their adventures in-depth; the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, the revelation that Pettigrew was a bastard, how Harry felt during the Triwizard Tournament and all about the horcrux hunt. 'He's your best friend,' Lucius said.

'He's just taking this so badly,' Harry mumbled. 'When I told Hermione how I felt, she threw herself into the library to research it. It wasn't until she had a conversation with Draco that we figured out I was your mate. She accepted it completely; she's read all about veela bonds and knows you'd never hurt me.'

He sighed.

'But Ron... I told him about a week ago and he flipped out. He shouted that you must have cast a spell on me during the battle. Hermione pointed out that you didn't have a wand but he wouldn't listen.'

'It's this feud between the Weasleys and my family,' Lucius said. 'It goes back generations, I don't even know what it's about.'

'You hate each other and can't remember why?' Harry asked.

Lucius squirmed. 'It's not my fault, Arthur Weasley was always a bastard to me in school. He was a few years ahead of me and never wasted an oppotunity to hex me.'

'Really, Mr Weasley used to hex you?' Harry said. 'Well, you did get into that fight in the bookstore my second year.'

Lucius smiled and rubbed his cheek. 'That book hurt.'

Harry chuckled and leaned back down, curling an arm around Lucius' waist. 'You're both idiots.'

'What about you and Draco?'

'What about us?'

'You were always fighting.'

'He started it; tried to steal my sweets.' When Lucius looked at him curiously, Harry explained about Draco, Crabbe and Goyle trying to steal his and Ron's sweets on the Hogwarts Express.

Lucius tutted. 'That son of mine.'

'Of ours,' Harry corrected. 'Maybe I should ground him.'

'He's eighteen,' Lucius said with a smirk.

'Hmm... cut off his pocket money then.'

Lucius chuckled. 'Please tell him that in front of me.'

Harry grinned and rubbed his cheek against Lucius' chest, the older man pressing a kiss to his hair.

'Can I ask why you always look like you've just stepped off a broom?'

'S'my dad's fault,' Harry said and scratched at his hair. 'Gave me his mental hair, the sod.'

'Mm, I remember him always messing up his hair even more in school,' Lucius mused.

'You remember my dad?' Harry asked.

Lucius nodded. 'He started when I was in my fifth year. He and Sirius Black were like twins; joined at the hip. And Lupin, he was always following them, nose stuck in a book.' Harry chuckled. 'He was nicer then them, Lupin. I'm not saying your godfather and father were evil, they were just... stupid kids, really. They grew up a lot when they got older but I think that was thanks to your mother.'

'Mm, Severus said Mum was a good influence,' Harry said.

'You've been speaking to Severus?'

Harry nodded and said, 'Ever since the war we've gotten closer. I mean, we'll never be best friends, but he's spent half his life and all of mine protecting me, all because he loved my mum. Yeah, he's been a bit of a prat, but I can't blame him after how my dad treated him in school.'

'That's a very adult way to look at it.'

'I'm a very grown up person,' Harry grinned.

'Mm,' Lucius murmured, stroking a hand down Harry's side. The teenager shivered before clearing his throat.

'Lucius...'

'What?'

'We're waiting, remember?'

'Can't I touch you without you thinking I want sex?' Lucius asked.

Harry smirked. 'Like you don't,' he teased.

Lucius smiled. 'As fabulous as I find your body...' he trailed off and swept his eyes down Harry, making the teenager shiver again, '... I can appreciate the view without attacking it.'

'Sure, sure,' Harry said but laid back down, letting Lucius' slim fingers trail down his shirt. Eventually he moved up to Harry's hair, scratching through the messy locks. 'Mm, feels good,' Harry purred and wiggled a bit.

'I have magic fingers,' Lucius said.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Gotta mess up the moment with your ego.'

'My ego needs stroking.'

'I'll slap it if it doesn't calm down.'

Lucius chuckled and started kneeding the back of Harry's neck. The Gryffindor groaned and stretched out, laying his back along Lucius' legs. Lucius smiled. 'You're like a cat.'

'Mm,' Harry mumbled.

'Don't fall asleep,' Lucius said a few minutes later as Harry's breathing deepened.

'Not... falling a-asleep...' Harry mumbled, breaking off with a yawn.

'Of course not,' Lucius said. A few seconds later Harry was snoring and Lucius chuckled again.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke with a shout, sitting upright on the sofa and staring around. He pushed damp hair from his sweaty forehead as Lucius came back into the sitting room.

'Harry? What's wrong?'

He sat heavily and pulled Harry close, cupping the teenager's face and searching his eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong.

'S-sorry,' Harry gasped, trying to get his breathing under control. 'Nightmare.'

Lucius frowned. 'You had a nightmare?'

Harry nodded and said, 'I have a lot of nightmares; from the war and from Voldemort killing my parents.' Lucius' frown deepened. 'I re-live my mother screaming, and Dad telling her to run with me,' Harry admitted. 'And Pettigrew killing Cedric Diggory, Voldemort torturing people.' He took a deep, shuddering breath. 'Sorry, usually takes a minute to get myself under control.'

'Don't apologise for that,' Lucius said. 'I suffer nightmares too.' Harry looked up at him. 'The Dark Lord tortured Draco once,' Lucius said softly. 'In Azkaban, the Dementors made me re-live it over and over again.' He shivered and wet his lips. 'I wasn't strong enough to protect my son and-'

'Shh,' Harry said, seeing that Lucius was about to start blaming himself. 'Voldemort had the ability to bring great men to their knees. It wasn't your fault.'

'I should have stopped him,' Lucius said.

'You did, you protected Draco in the end,' Harry said. 'Don't ever apologise for being scared of Voldemort, Lucius.'

Lucius closed his eyes and Harry hugged him, pulling the Slytherin down so they were lying beside each other on the sofa.

'I'm sorry,' Lucius murmured. 'I should be comforting you.'

'You are,' Harry said and stroked a hand through Lucius' hair. 'By admitting you suffer nightmares too, it made me feel better.'

'Really?'

Harry nodded. 'Yep. Shows I'm not the only one with problems.'

Lucius smiled. 'Everyone has problems, Harry.'

'I have more then most people.'

'You can share them with me,' Lucius said. 'I won't judge you.'

'Mm,' Harry murmured and snuggled into the blonde. Lucius wrapped his arms around the teenager, who sighed in content. 'Favourite spot,' he mumbled.

Lucius smiled.

Chapter 5: Private and Public

Lucius decided sleeping on the sofa wasn't good for his back, even if it was just a nap, and carried Harry to the bedroom. The Gryffindor didn't wake, instead snuggling into Lucius' chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Lucius smiled until he tried to put Harry down, only for the boy to cling to him tightly and mutter about fuzzy jumpers and Quidditch.

After prying Harry's arms from around his neck, Lucius kicked his shoes off and took Harry's off. He slid the boy's glasses from his face and placed them on the bedside table closest to the teenager before climbing under the covers and man-handling Harry under.

Harry immediately burrowed under the blankets, ending up curled in a ball at the foot of the bed. Lucius watched in amusement as the duvet rose and fell with Harry's breathing, the teen's foot hanging over the edge of the mattress.

Harry was a weird sleeper and Lucius learnt that first hand. The previous night, Lucius had been asleep and woken up with Harry in his arms. He'd naturally assumed Harry slept like everybody else; you know, normally. He was wrong.

Harry Potter managed to toss, turn, roll, and flail about like he was being attacked by invisible Dementors. He spent five minutes curled up like a baby at the foot of the bed, Lucius closing his own eyes and trying to get some rest. Then suddenly he was rolling, crawling, and ended up sprawled across the mattress with one arm dangling over the end of the bed, the other curled around Lucius' leg, and his own legs tucked under the blankets.

After that he crawled to cuddle between Lucius' legs, nearly making the Slytherin jump out of the bed when a warm, messy head of hair nudged at his crotch. Lucius laid completely still as Harry wrapped both arms around his right leg and squeezed tightly.

Finally the Gryffindor moved again, lying on the edge of the bed with about a metre gap between him and Lucius. The bed was large, king-sized, yet Harry managed to sprawl across the entire thing thirty minutes after Lucius carried him there.

He ended up with a pillow tucked under his head, the other between his legs, and Lucius' shirt curled in his fingers. Then he was digging himself into the mattress until Lucius had to sit up and let the teenager have his spot.

The entire time he mumbled under his breath, mostly about Quidditch, food, and Mrs Weasley treating him like a child. Lucius just listened in amusement and felt a smug smile pull at his lips; every second ramble had his own name in it. It seemed even while asleep Harry was thinking about his mate.

An hour after tucking Harry into bed, the boy rolled over again and Lucius sighed. He went to get up, thinking he might just nap on the sofa after all, but Harry dragged him back down. The boy snuggled into his chest, legs pulled up so Lucius could cuddle him. He sighed in content and his breathing evened out. Finally, Harry actually looked like he was sleeping peacefully, and the rambling had stopped.

Lucius smiled and closed his own eyes. Half an hour later he was asleep. Harry hadn't moved from his arms.

 

{oOo}

 

They slept the rest of the day and night away, Lucius waking at five the next morning. Harry was still curled into him, nuzzling at Lucius' shirt and mumbling in Parseltongue.
Lucius tried to ignore the way the snake language made him shudder, heat pooling in his gut and travelling further south. When Voldemort had spoken to his snake, it had been down-right terrifying. When Harry did it... it made Lucius want to handle the situation in his trousers.

His right hand twitched, fingers itching to wrap around his own shaft and bring himself off. He'd just cupped himself when Harry said, in English, 'Having fun there?'
Lucius jumped and looked down. Harry was looking up at him, emerald eyes gleaming before travelling down to Lucius' crotch. The blankets had pooled around the Slytherin's thighs and Harry could clearly see the bulge the blonde's erection was making.

'Um...' Lucius said.

Harry chuckled and leaned up to kiss him quickly. 'Don't worry about it, Lucius. It's good to know that I can make you feel like that.' He crawled out of bed and stretched, shirt riding up and showing Lucius a sliver of his pale back as well as the dusting of dark hair across his stomach. Harry turned to smile at him. 'I mean, it's just good to know you can still get erections.' He smirked. 'You are over forty, after all.'

Lucius' mouth dropped open. 'You little-'

Harry ran for the bathroom and Lucius jumped from their bed, chasing his teasing mate into the tiled room. He cornered Harry against the sink, the Gryffindor gasping as Lucius' erection pressed into his stomach. While Harry wasn't that short, at 5"5 he was six inches shorter then Lucius, who was 5"11. The teenager had to crane his neck to look up at the tall wizard, who smiled down at him.

'That wasn't very nice, my little mate.'

'Um... I didn't mean anything by it,' Harry said, shivering when Lucius thrust forward.

'Oh, I think you did,' Lucius purred. 'You were insinuating that at my age, I would have trouble getting it up.' He paused to breathe in deeply, nuzzling into Harry's mop of dark hair. 'Believe me, Mr Potter,' he said very softly, 'my manhood will have no problem around you.'

Harry gulped and stared up at Lucius. His glasses were still on the bedside table and Lucius' finer features were a blur. But Harry could still tell that the Slytherin was smirking at him.

Lucius thrust forward again, rutting the bulge in his trousers against Harry's stomach. Harry groaned and Lucius bent down to kiss him passionately, making Harry pull at his hair and thrust his own crotch forward.

And then Lucius was pushing him out the door, towards the bed, and Harry opened his mouth to say it was too soon, that he wasn't ready. He could feel Lucius' arousal in his chest, in that one spot near his heart that seemed dedicated to feeling Lucius' emtions. And right now it was bursting with lust, need, arousal.

Before Harry could say anything, Lucius had thrown him onto the bed and stood looking over him, hands on his hips. Lucius' eyes trailed down to Harry's jeans and he smirked.
'It's good to know you don't have any problems, Mr Potter.'

Harry frowned, confused, until Lucius raised an eyebrow. He then realised that his own erection was pushing against his zipper, making his jeans tent uncomfortable. He blushed and Lucius chuckled.

'I'll leave you to take care of that, little one,' Lucius said and turned to leave.

'What?' Harry blurted. 'I thought you wanted sex.'

Lucius turned to face him again, one blonde eyebrow raised. The feeling in Harry's chest changed from lust to... something warmer and softer, yet no less intense. Harry scratched at his chest through his shirt, trying to figure the feeling out, as Lucius spoke.

'Harry, while my veela and I would be perfectly happy to fuck you into the mattress, you said you weren't ready. I will never force you into anything and my veela won't lose control. Remember what I said; you are the only person I will ever listen to you. If you order me to do something I will, regardless of the consequences.'

Harry frowned. 'So if I ordered you to... kill Dumbledore, would you?'

'Well... maybe,' Lucius said. 'My veela has a certain amount of control, being the dominant one, but it's sole purpose is to protect and make you happy. If you begged me, if you told me that Dumbledore's death was the only way you'd be safe... yes, my veela would throw my own thoughts aside and do as you asked.'

'Wow,' Harry said.

'Now you see why submissive mates aren't weak, Harry,' Lucius said with a smile. 'I live for you and you only. Even our kit don't have that much power over me.'

Harry sat up, resting on his elbows, as Lucius walked to the bathroom. 'I won't make you do anything,' Harry called and Lucius paused. 'I don't want our relationship to be like that, Lucius. The bond, the way we can connect, that's just a bonus. All I want is you.'

Lucius smiled at him. 'I feel the same, Harry.'

Harry grinned. 'But I'm so ordering you to make me dinner and carry me to bed.'

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'I would never do that, even if ordered,' he huffed and slammed the bathroom door shut, Harry laughing.

You already carried him to bed, a small voice reminded him.

'Shut up,' Lucius muttered.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius had a ritual in the bathroom that had been destroyed by Azkaban and, later, Harry Potter. He showered every morning quickly, shampooing his hair and scrubbing his skin with a loofa. He used coconut scented body gel that made his skin smell delicious (well that was Narcissa said). His shampoo was the same and made his hair shiny and smooth. The face cream he used kept his skin smooth, soft, and wrinkle-free. Of course, being a wizard, Lucius wouldn't wrinkle too badly for at least another twenty years.

Unfortunately, Harry had taken it upon himself to buy Lucius' bath products. While it seemed his young mate had made a trip to Malfoy Manor to collect photos, books, and clothes, all the bath products were brand new.

There was a bright green loofa attached to a rope that hung from the bottom tap, beneath a maroon one that had already been used. There were two bottles of body gel; one bright green that smelled like the ocean, and another that smelled like coconut but was a different brand to the one Lucius usually used.

He washed his hair first, using the open bottle and squirting grey liquid onto his palm. Afterwards he found that the shampoo made his hair even smoother and easier to manage then the shampoo he'd used before going to Azkaban. He wondered why it didn't work on Harry's unruly hair.

After using the gel and rinsing, Lucius stepped from the shower and wrapped a fluffy black towel around his waist. Lucius looked at the moisturisers Harry had bought and frowned; none of them would be good for his skin. Sometimes he hated being pale, even though it went well with his hair and made him look more like the veela he was. Lucius needed a specific moisturiser to stop his skin from drying out and to ward off sunburn. Even ten minutes in the sun was enough to make his cheeks and nose bright red.

Lucius went back into the bedroom to find Harry still in bed, the teenager humming under his breath.

'Harry, I need to make a trip to Diagon Alley.'

'Why?' Harry asked.

'Some of the things you bought aren't good for my skin.'

'Oh,' Harry said, frown evident in his voice. 'Well if you don't mind people staring at you we can...' He trailed off as he sat up to look at Lucius. His mouth fell open when his eyes locked onto Lucius' mostly naked form.

Harry had never seen anyone more perfect. Though Lucius' had lost a lot of weight when stuck in Azkaban, he still had a body to die for.

Lucius was tall and broad, shoulders, arms, and chest all toned, muscles looking firm under his pale skin. His chest hair was as blonde as his head and almost transluscent as it trailed down to his very firm and flat stomach, a stomach that needed a little fattening up in Harry's opinion. His hips were slim and Harry wanted to grap them, wanted to lick his way up Lucius' strong thighs and dip into his bellybutton. Harry had never been so turned on in his life and it didn't help that Lucius had water dripping down his toned abs.

'Um...' Harry said, realising he was staring. He tried to form a coherent sentence and failed spectacularly. 'Um... we... Diagon... just let... um...'

Lucius smirked and said, 'I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, Harry.' Not only could he see Harry's lust (the boy was staring quite openly), he could feel it in his chest. Like Harry could feel Lucius' emtotions, Lucius too could feel the Gryffindor's. It wasn't too strong at the moment, only a general pang in his chest when Harry's emotions were hightened. When Harry felt extremely emotional, like angry, passionate, or horny, Lucius could feel it.

Like when he was lusting crazily after his half-naked mate. Lucius could definately feel that.

'Catch... products...' Harry mumbled stupidly, eyes still wide as he drank Lucius in.

Grinning, Lucius went to the walk-in wardrobe. 'Can we go to Diagon Alley today or do we need to hide? Obviously people will ask why I'm out of Azkaban.'

'Bastards can sod off,' Harry mumbled, crawling across the bed and leaning forward to keep Lucius in sight.

Lucius hummed and picked out an outfit; a white button-up shirt and black jacket that hugged his frame tightly. He added well-fitting black trousers as well as a thin, sleeveless robe. It was still quite warm and Lucius didn't want to overheat while out with his young mate, especially if Harry wore those Muggle jeans he was so fond of.

Knowing Harry was staring at him, and quite liking the attention, Lucius dropped his towel. He heard Harry choke on his own tongue and chuckled. He grabbed a pair of Slytherin-green silk boxer shorts and made sure to bend over further then necessary, giving Harry a nice view of his perfect arse.

Lucius put his shirt on next, turning to face Harry as he buttoned it up from the bottom, followed by the cuffs. Harry wasn't even trying to hide his staring. He watched Lucius dress, eyes wide and mouth open, fingers curled into the duvet. Lucius slid into his trousers and added a belt, approaching Harry with socks, shoes, and his robe.

He sat beside the teenager, who moved closer, and pulled his socks and shoes on.

Harry took a deep breath and said, 'Mm, coconut.'

'I love coconut,' Lucius said, 'I've used it as body gel since I was sixteen.'

'Mm,' Harry mumbled, pressing his nose into Lucius' lucious hair.

'Harry, are you going to sit there all day smelling me?' Lucius asked as he did up his laces, 'or are you going to shower and join me for breakfast?'

Whatever spell Lucius had had over him seemed to break and Harry turned bright red in a second. He spluttered and muttered excuses before dashing for the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Lucius chuckled and waited for his mate to shower.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry wasn't the only one who suffered from his mate's body. When the teenager returned from his own shower, Lucius nearly fell off the bed.

Harry was very fit from Quidditch and running around Britain killing horcruxes. His skin was tanned, darker then Lucius', and the boy was very thin and lithe. Muscles strained under his skin as Harry reached into the wardrobe for a shirt, tugging it on with a grace he didn't seem to know he had.

Dark chest hair and a firm four pack disappeared under the dark blue cotton, making Lucius moan at the loss. He moaned again when Harry dropped his towel, pulling on black boxer-briefs and snapping the waistband when he was done.

The material hugged him tightly, outlining his arse and shaft. Lucius nearly jumped across the room to stop Harry putting jeans on, more then happy to watch his mate walk around with his cock almost on show.

He stopped himself, though, because really Harry's arse looked so nice in those dark denim Muggle jeans. Harry grabbed a blue sock and a green one, pulling them on as he leant against the wardrobe doorframe. He pulled trainers on too and did the laces before grabbing a jacket for later.

Lucius swallowed and managed to get a hold of himself as Harry looked up. 'Can I ask why you're wearing two different socks?'

Harry smiled and said, 'Why not? Who said my socks have to match?'

Lucius could see the logic in that and smiled. Harry walked across the room and pressed a kiss to Lucius' lips.

'Did you enjoy yourself?' he asked.

Lucius jumped, unaware Harry had seen him staring. Harry giggled and left the bedroom. Lucius stayed where he was, breathing deeply and thinking unsexy thoughts.

 

{oOo}

 

Breakfast pushed them both to the edge. Really, when you're trying not to jump your very sexy mate, eating strawberries, honey, and yogurt isn't a good idea. Both dropped more then one bowl, spilled more then one mug of coffee, and lost a few good minutes just staring. By the time they finished it was nine and Harry stood.

'I have to tell Dumbledore we're going.'

Lucius frowned. 'Why?'

'We're at Hogwarts and you're currently my ward. I have to inform him if you, or I, leave the grounds.'

When Lucius' frown deepened, Harry situated himself between the blonde's legs. Arms draped over his shoulders, Harry leaned in to press a chaste kiss to those lips he was beginning to obsess over.

'It's only until Dumbledore trusts you enough not to do anything,' Harry explained. 'He understands our bond, he knows you can't hurt me, but the same can't be said for the general population. When he trusts you, you'll be able to leave by yourself.'

'I'm not a child, I don't need an escort,' Lucius huffed.

Harry pouted. 'So you don't want to go to Diagon Alley with me?'

Any other time, Lucius would have made a scathing remark. But Harry was pouting, bottom lip stuck out, lips glistening wet, and eyes so wide and bright Lucius knew he could drown in them. So instead he mumbled, 'Um... of course I do...'

Harry grinned and bounced on his feet. 'Excellent. Come on.'

He dragged Lucius up, the blonde blinking when he realised Harry had manipulated him.

Cheeky Slytherin move , Lucius thought as he was dragged from their quarter.

 

{oOo}

 

The Headmaster beamed at the both of them and Lucius shifted uncomfortably. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, fingers linked, eyes bright and twinkling. He stared at Lucius and the Malfoy patriarch felt a tug on his mind.

Though Dumbledore was a skilled Legilimens, Lucius was a skilled Occlumens, and it would be no trouble for him to push Dumbledore out. He let the man in, though, knowing it would be easier in the long run to just let the old man have his own way. Dumbledore chuckled when he saw images of their earlier breakfast. Lucius growled, not liking that the older wizard saw Harry like that.

Holding up his hands, the Headmaster said, 'Have fun today. And Harry, remember what we talked about.'

The Gryffindor nodded and dragged Lucius from the office. Lucius linked their fingers as they stepped off the stairs, the stone gargoyle scraping back into positon. 'What did he mean?' he asked as they headed for the nearest portrait where a short cut to the main hall was.

Harry sighed and stopped just inside the portrait, the two suddenly shrouded in darkness. There was enough light peeking through the bottom of the portrait to let Lucius see Harry's outline.

'Only a handfull of people know about our bond and your release from Azkaban,' Harry explained. 'Dumbledore and Severus thought it best if we keep it under raps until later. I mean, I'm not ashamed of you, Lucius, but I don't think it's anyone's business that we're soulmates,' the teen said. 'Our bond is fragile, so new, I don't want people trying to break us up.

'So I just figured, until we get more comfortable together, we should keep the exact nature of our relationship to ourselves. That means no overly familiar gestures in public.'
Lucius groaned. How was he supposed to keep his hands off Harry? He understood, and agreed, with the teenager, but really... Harry was gorgeous, and Lucius was supposed to not touch him?

'I know, love,' Harry said, reaching up to cup the Slytherin's cheek. 'But we don't want howlers sent to Hogwarts until we're closer.'

'Mm,' Lucius murmured, pushing into Harry's hand. Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly.

'So,' the younger wizard said, drawing back. 'We're just going to spend time together in Diagon Alley, ignoring everyone who stares at us. And there'll be a fair few, you're supposed to be in Azkaban. If people ask, we ignore them, but we don't hurt them, got it?'

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'Harry, I don't even have a wand.'

Harry scoffed and said, 'Like you can't do wandless magic.'

With a chuckle, Lucius drew the teenager closer. 'You know me well,' he whispered, pressing kisses to Harry's jaw.

'We'll get you one soon, Dumbledore trusts you not to go mental and blast a heap of people away.'

'I thought Dumbledore didn't trust me,' Lucius murmured.

'Well there's not much damage you can do in Hogwarts, what with the wards, and me around,' Harry said, eyes flicking shut as Lucius continued to kiss his neck. 'He said if you prove that you don't want to curse anyone, I can take you to Ollivander's just before the school year starts.'

'Mm,' Lucius mumbled, nibbling on Harry's ear.

Before Harry could lose himself, he pushed Lucius back. 'Stop that.'

'What?' the blonde asked innocently.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Come on, let's go.' He re-linked their fingers and Lucius smiled at the gesture as he followed Harry through the passageway.

 

{oOo}

 

They ran into Hagrid halfway to the main gates. While Hagrid didn't particularly like Lucius Malfoy (the man had helped send him to Azkaban after all), the half-giant loved Harry, had been the teenager's friend and confidant for years.

So he was willing to accept the man and even be civil towards him. Plus there was the fact that the man was part creature too; he understood the bond Harry and Lucius shared and would never try to come between them. In time he knew he'd learn to like Lucius, the man was Harry's other half, so he couldn't be all that bad.

When they came into view, Hagrid nodded to them, shared a few kind words with both, and sent them on their way.

'He's not that bad,' Lucius mused as they walked, hands still joined.

Harry smiled. 'Well, when you pull your head out of your arse, you'll find there are lots of good people around.'

Lucius huffed in indignation, making his eyes narrow and lips push into a pout. Harry giggled and kissed him quickly, pulling away when Lucius tried to deepen it. Still pouting, Lucius allowed the younger wizard to pull him through the main gates.

 

{oOo}

 

They apparated to Diagon Alley and, after one last kiss, stepped into public. It only took a few minutes for people to recognise Harry Potter, his hair sticking up wildly and not covering his scar. A few people approached and shook his hand, whispered words of enouragement, and shouted that they loved and thanked him.

Harry took it all with good grace, years of similar behaviour training him for moments like this. He still didn't like it though and Lucius could see annoyance and resignation in his mate's eyes.

While most people focused on Harry, a few stared up at his companion. In seconds there were shouts and wands, people backing away from Lucius quickly. It didn't help that the collars of his shirt and jacket weren't high enough to hide the prison tattoo that had been burned onto his neck during his first stay in Azkaban three years ago.

Lucius stepped in front of Harry, veela magic searing through his veins and making his protective and posessive streaks flash through his body. Harry calmly stepped back into the spotlight and spoke to the crowd.

'Lucius Malfoy has been released from Azkaban due to information given to the Light,' he lied. 'Mr Malfoy didn't participate in the Battle of Hogwarts and he's been placed into my care. As my ward, Mr Malfoy will be put through a rehabilitation programme to ensure he's fully renounced Lord Voldemort. Any questions can be directed to Albus Dumbledore.'

The crowd stared, gobsmacked, as Harry turned back to Lucius.

'After you, Mr Malfoy.'

Lucius couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he led Harry through the Alley, people parting around them. 'That was a very Slytherin thing to do,' he commented. 'Lying to your adoring fans.'

Harry shrugged. 'It was Severus' speech, had me memorise the bloody thing.' Lucius chuckled. 'Besides, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin before Gryffindor.'

Lucius nearly tripped over his own feet and grabbed Harry's shoulder to steady himself. Once standing again, he rounded on the teenager. 'What?' he demanded.

'The Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin,' Harry said. 'It went on about my power and cunning and greatness, it said Slytherin would help. But all I'd heard about Slytherin was that only Dark wizards went there, and that the wizard who'd killed my parents was in Slytherin. Add to that a mean little blonde boy who teased my only friend, well...' Harry scratched at an eyebrow. 'Of course I was going to beg to be put in another house.'

Lucius was reeling. Harry, his Harry, his little mate, could have been a Slytherin. He imagined how different things would be. Harry and Draco might have been friends, Harry might have visited the manor during the holidays... though Harry never would have chosen the Dark side, he might have been able to keep Lucius out of Azkaban, might have trusted him, might have turned Lucius away from Lord Voldemort sooner. Lucius probably would have accepted their bond without hesitation if Harry had been a fellow Slytherin.

But... but Lucius didn't want that. He wouldn't change a thing about Harry. The teen was brave, loyal, intelligent... he was a Gryffindor with Slytherin cunning. And that was far better then being a snobby pure-blood who looked down on people for their blood or status. Harry was perfect the way he was, Gryffindor blood included.

'Lucius?' Harry questioned.

'If we weren't in public I'd snog the crap out of you,' Lucius hissed.

Harry turned red. 'Um... what?'

'To know that you have Slytherin in you...' Lucius said. He swallowed thickly.

'You're not mad?' Harry asked. 'I mean, think of what could have been different if I'd let the Hat-'

'Harry,' Lucius stopped him, holding up a hand. 'What house you're in doesn't matter, not to me. You could be a Hufflepuff and I'd still want you.' He wrinkled his nose. 'Well, maybe not.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Hufflepuffs are hard working and loyal, why do they always get a bad rap? So what if they don't want to go around fighting all the time, I think it makes them better actually-'

Lucius ignored him and said, 'Gryffindor helped mold you into who you are. It gave you a great family in the Weasleys, loyal friends in Hermione Granger and the youngest Weasley boy. If you'd been placed in Slytherin, you might not have had that.'

He looked Harry over and couldn't find anything he disliked.

'You made a choice and it turned out for the better; you're a Gryffindor, never think that I dislike that.'

Harry blushed again. 'Um... th-thank you.'

Lucius realised they were drawing attention to themselves, standing in the middle of the Alley, so he smiled warmly at his mate. 'Now, let's get back to our shopping, shall we?'
Harry nodded and allowed Lucius to lead the way.

 

{oOo}

 

They started off in a beauty shop, Lucius taking a small basket and filling it with soaps, moisturisers, and various beauty products Harry didn't know the use for. He'd always known Lucius took great care with his appearence; he always looked good, his hair was always tamed, and his nails and eyebrows perfectly manicured. Harry threw on whatever he could find and didn't bother brushing his hair any more.

Harry had to pay because Lucius didn't have any money. His vaults were still frozen until Minister Shaklebolt and Albus Dumbledore could reach an agreement on how to handle the whole Harry-and-Lucius-are-bonded-mates thing. Harry assured his partner that he'd have access to his own money soon enough and pointed out that as soulmates, Harry's money was Lucius' too.

Lucius still pouted though.

And Harry still thought he looked adorable while doing it.

They stopped at the apothacary to stock up on potions supplies, Lucius admitting that it was an interest he shared with both Severus and his son. They went to Flourish and Blotts where Harry busied himself flicking through Quidditch and Dark Arts books while also watching Lucius.

Like Hermione, the man was a bibliophile. He looked at home amongst the book cases, eyes alight with pleasure as he skimmed through the various sections. Though he already had a massive collection both at Malfoy Manor and in the quarters he shared with Harry at Hogwarts, the man bought about twenty books that Harry had to shrink and stuff into his jeans pocket. Harry himself bought a few books on veelas, soulmates, and magical beasts, knowing that with Lucius' help, Hermione would finally turn him into a bookworm.

After that they went to the Magical Menagerie. Lucius used to have a whole flock of handsome owls but they'd all been killed by the Dark Lord during his takeover of Malfoy Manor. Lucius hated using the Hogwarts owls so dragged Harry in.

An hour later, after Lucius had conversed with the owner and Harry had threatened to leave, Lucius purchased a handsome screecher owl and Harry bought one himself.
Lucius' owl was slim, with honey-brown feathers and white and black patterning around his eyes, which were a deep amber. He was intelligent and liked Lucius immediately, nipping on the Slytherin's finger through the cage affectionately. Harry found out that hard way that he was going to have to work for the owl's affection; it bit him sharply when he tried to pet it and Harry scowled, sucking on his bloody finger.

'Poor baby,' Lucius smirked.

'Shut up,' Harry muttered. 'Or I'll sick my own owl on you.'

A screecher like Lucius', Harry's owl was female and a few inches smaller. She was a deep rust colour, strange for an owl, the owner of the shop had said. She was only just reaching maturity and stared at Harry with yellow eyes which were framed with golden feathers.

'What are we going to name them?' Lucius asked, grin widening when Harry's owl rubbed against his fingers.

Scowling, Harry said, 'Dunno. I named my last owl from a book.' He felt a pang of loss at the thought of Hedwig. She'd been his friend through all his school holidays, had been his link to the magical world. He missed her every time he got mail. She'd died protecting him and Harry would never, ever forget about his first and best friend.

Lucius both sensed and felt his mate's sadness but decided to ask later. He followed Harry to a small cafe where they sat outside for lunch. They ate sandwiches and crisps, sipping magical sodas that Harry thought weren't as good as Coca Cola. Lucius asked what Coca Cola was and Harry giggled.

Both owls hooted and the pair looked at them. They were sitting on the edge of the table, nibbling on crusts that Harry and Lucius had slipped them. They were staring from one wizard to the other, intelligent eyes gleaming in the midday sun.

Cocking his head, Harry said, 'Coca Cola.' They hooted again. 'Coca?' Harry said and his own owl jumped from foot to foot. 'Cola,' Harry said and Lucius' owl bobbed up and down, moving restlessly in it's cage. 'Well, we have their names,' Harry grinned.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'You want to name our owls Coca and Cola?'

'Why not?' Harry said. 'They like them.'

Lucius looked back at the birds, who did indeed seem to enjoy their new names. Harry spent the next ten minutes hooting at them and shouting Coca and Cola at the top of his lungs. Witches and wizards alike stared at him, wondering if the teen had gone insane, and Lucius just smiled.

 

{oOo}

 

After lunch they went to Madam Malkin's, Lucius insisting that Harry needed new dress robes as well as school robes.

'Well, school robes, yeah,' Harry said and explained how all eighth years (as Dumbledore was calling the students who hadn't been able to attend their seventh year due to the war) were going to be wearing different robes. Instead of the black robes with maroon, blue, yellow, or green under-colouring, they would be wearing robes in their house colours. They would resemble their Quidditch robes; maroon with gold under-colouring for the Gryffindors, blue with bronze under-colouring for Ravenclaws, yellow with black under-colouring for Hufflepuffs, and emerald with silver under-colouring for Slytherins.

Their other uniform would be pretty much the same; white shirt, black trousers or skirt, and grey jumpers, vests, scarves and cloaks.

'But why?' Lucius questioned as Madam Malkin fitted Harry for his new robes.

'Dumbledore wants everyone to know who the eighth years are so there's no confusion,' Harry said. 'It's also to remind us not to screw up; we're all eighteen, some like Hermione are nineteen. We may be students but we're still adults; we have a duty to lead the school well and be roll models for the other students.' Harry smirked. 'And I think Dumbledore just wants to see everyone in colourful robes.'

Lucius chuckled and turned to Madam Malkin. What followed was a two-hour long debate with Lucius insisting Harry needed nice dress robes for Ministry functions as well as robes for general life. He couldn't very well wear Muggle clothes forever.

Harry fought back; it was his body, he'd dress how he bloody well liked. Madam Malkin watched, amused. She'd known Lord Malfoy for years, had been the Malfoy family's tailor for a number of years. Narcissa had preferred the upper-scale shops but Lucius liked how personal Madam Malkin's business was; she took care of the customers who paid well, and that included Lucius Malfoy.

She suspected that there was more going on between Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy then met the eye. They were very familiar with each other; they teased, they provoked, and they stared at each other like nobody else mattered. She knew Lucius had veela blood and it clicked together quickly.

Madam Malkin was a smart witch, she had to be to weave magical materials together to withstand spells, accidental magic, as well as general day-to-day activities. She'd aced her N.E.W.T.S when she'd attended Hogwarts but had always loved clothing and so established her own business.

She knew without a doubt that Harry Potter was Lucius Malfoy's mate. Why else would Lucius be allowing Harry to tease him like that? And why else would Harry allow Lucius to talk him into purchasing a hundred galleons worth of clothing?

Of course she had no intention of sharing this news with anyone. What happened between Harry and Lucius was none of her business. It would get out eventually, the wizarding world was always full of gossip. So Madam Malkin smiled at the pair, bid them good day, and mused about what a gorgeous couple they made.

 

{oOo}

 

After heading back to Flourish and Bloots to purchase new school books (Harry's had been left at Privet Drive and burst into flames when some teenagers had broken in and tried to steal them), they went to the stationary store for new quills, ink, and parchment. With everything magiced to fit comfortably in their pockets and not weigh them down, Harry and Lucius stopped off at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour.

Mr Fortescue was shocked to see Harry in the company of a known and convited Death Eater, but his love for the boy hero meant he kept his tongue in cheek and treated Lucius with the same respect he did all his customers.

Harry had always been a favourite of Mr Fortescue's and the man refused payment after bringing them their sundae's. Harry's was a large bowl with six scoops of ice-cream; peppermint, cookies and cream, banana, vanilla, lime, and strawberry. Heaped on was nuts, cubes of chocolate, and little brightly-coloured lollies Harry called, 'Nerds'. Apparently they were some Muggle lolly from Australia that Harry was in love with (Lucius spat them out when Harry said he could try them and then scowled at the laughing teenager).

Lucius had three scoops of vanilla ice-cream drizzled with honey and chocolate sauce. He watched as Harry devoured his own massive bowl, easily putting away the entire thing and contemplating seconds.

Lucius knew that teenagers ate a lot, teenage boys especially, and had often berated Draco for trying to eat his body weight in food at dinner. But Harry was something else entirely; how he could eat a big lunch, followed by a monumental sundae, and then think seconds... it was astounding.

Harry didn't get seconds, but helped himself to Lucius' ice-cream when the Slytherin admitted he didn't enjoy the treat nearly as much as Harry. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth, only eating the occasional chocolate bar or Bertie Bott's bean. Mostly he ate fruit and, weirdly, pickles.

'Pickles by the jar full', was what he told Harry, who wrinkled his nose as he sucked on his spoon.

'You mean those little green things you sometimes get on hamburgers?' Harry asked. When Lucius nodded, Harry poked his tongue out. 'Yuck.'

'I'll convert you,' Lucius said confidently.

Harry snorted.

 

{oOo}

 

That night in their quarters, Harry could see the appeal of pickles... well, he could see the appeal of Lucius eating them. They'd stopped at a small grogery at the end of Diagon Alley to buy some food that Hogwarts didn't have; ice cream in various flavours (Harry really liked ice cream and Hogwarts didn't have a wide selection), fruit (Lucius didn't believe the Hogwarts elves when they said the fruit they served was fresh), firewhiskey and other alcohol Lucius demanded to have on hand, and jars of pickles.

The man bought a case and Harry shrunk it down with the rest of their stuff. After returning to Hogwarts, they put all their shopping away and enjoyed a light dinner of chicken and rice. Harry disappeared to get his school stuff in order, knowing that if he didn't do it now he'd be running around at the last minute, and Lucius retired to the study to read.
When Harry came back the room was lit by a soft fire, bathing the study, and Lucius, in warm light. Lucius was on the leather sofa directly opposite the door and Harry paused to watch him.

He was sitting cross-legged, shoes on the floor, robe and jacket thrown over the arm, with the top few buttons of his shirt undone to show a well toned and pale chest. He had a jar of pickles between his legs, open, and a book on his knees.

The pickles were rather large, almost the size of cucumbers, and Lucius used his fingers to pick them from the jar. He'd eaten half already and Harry watched, transfixed, as his mate pulled out another one.

Eyes on the text in front of him, Lucius slowly brought the gerkhin up to his mouth. Pink lips parted to allow the food into his warm mouth and he sucked back, half the thing disappearing with a soft wet sound.

Harry's mouth fell open as Lucius sucked back again, Adam's apple bobbing as he licked and caressed the pickle with his tongue. He did that for about a minute before chewing only hard enough to let the juices run over his tongue.

It was sweet, sour, and refreshing all at the same time. Lucius hummed in enjoyment as he lapped up the juices and turned a page of the thick novel he was reading. Slowly the gerkhin reappeared, only to disappear again as Lucius sucked harder.

Harry had to lean against the doorframe, legs feeling weak as he watched the blonde do very, very naughty things to his food. Really, how could Harry think of anything else? Lucius' lips wrapped around the juicy cucumber as he expertly sucked, licked, squeezed, and nibbled.

Knowing he shouldn't be watching (his hormones were already traitorous around Lucius), Harry tried to take a step back. He'd need a cold shower, or a few minutes alone (maybe with his right hand).

And then Lucius bit down, sucking half the pickle into his mouth and chewing. He swallowed thickly and Harry nearly groaned. Lucius, still not noticing Harry, lapped at the juices running down his fingers. Quickly and with a lot of sucking noises, Lucius engulfed the rest of his food and licked his fingers and lips clean.

Harry was rooted to the floor, eyes wide, drool making his lips wet and an erection pressing annoyingly against his zipper.

And then Lucius did it all over again.

Fingers dipped into the jar.

Pickle extracted.

Pressed into mouth, lips widening.

Sucking, licking, chewing, biting, swallowing.

Harry definitely moaned then.

Lucius blinked and looked up, one hand paused turning to the next page of his novel, the other holding a pickle between his lips. He eyed Harry for a few seconds before grinning wickedly.

Sucking back once more and wetting his lips, Lucius said in a very calm voice, 'Can I help you, little one?'

Harry groaned and Lucius' grin widened.

'I'm sorry, what was that?'

'Erm...' harry said and coughed twice to clear his throat. He shifted on his feet, each movement making his arousal even more obvious. 'Just...'

Lucius raised one perfect eyebrow as he sucked back on the second half of his gerkhin.

'Justgonnahaveashower,' Harry blurted out quickly, words mixing together as he ran from the study.

Lucius heard the bathroom door shut and chuckled. Harry would be having a cold shower tonight.

 

{oOo}

 

In bed, Harry wrapped in Lucius' arms, the blonde told his mate all about the Gryffindor's strange sleeping habits. Harry chuckled when he was done and said, 'Yeah, Hermione complained about the same thing.'

Lucius' scowl descended like lightning, making his handsome face twist in jealousy and anger. Harry quickly pulled back and cupped Lucius' face, pressing a kiss to his lips.

'Lucius, love, nothing happened,' he said quickly. 'When we were hunting horcruxes... we both suffered nightmares. And when Ron left, things just got harder. We were so scared; our families, our friends, and Ron... they were all out there, in danger, and people were getting killed. We were the only hope the world had of destroying Voldemort.

'We were scared, Lucius, and sometimes we needed each other. Not in a sexual way, Hermione's like my big sister, but in a way that people sometimes need human contact. We only ever held each other, I swear to you. Even if you and I weren't together, weren't soulmates, I don't think I could ever love a woman. And like I said, Hermione's my sister.'

Lucius continued to scowl but on the inside he tried to push his jealousy, and his veela, back. His veela was extremely angry, having grown even more protective of Harry since the man's release from Azkaban. The thought of Harry cuddling with anyone besides Lucius, and maybe Draco, infuriated the creature lurking in Lucius' heart.

'Lucius?' Harry questioned, worry evident in his eyes and voice. 'I'm sorry, but I can't change it, it's in the past. I don't want anyone but you.'

Lucius swallowed and whispered, 'Really?' Though his mind tried to tell him that he and Harry were soulmates, that Harry himself had said over and over again that he wanted Lucius and would never leave, Lucius' veela still needed reassurence. There was still a small part of him that feared someday Harry would run off, even if it meant death.

Lucius had waited so long, had waited so many years, for Harry Potter and the thought of Harry leaving made the blonde feel physically ill. He knew he'd die very quickly if Harry left, his heart would simply break into a million pieces while his soul shattered and blew away.

'Lucius,' Harry said seriously, shifting back to look into his mate's eyes, into his soul. 'I'm not leaving, ever. Not because it would kill me... no, that's not right; yes, I'm never leaving because it would kill me.'

His mate frowned, the veela sure Harry was about to say he was only putting up with Lucius because the alternative was death.

'It would break my heart, my mind, and my soul if I left you, Lucius Malfoy,' Harry said and the other man gasped. 'If we had to part I wouldn't be able to go on. You are my life, my world, my heart; the organ pumps for you and only you. I can't go more then five minutes not thinking about you.

'The thought of waking up away from you, of not seeing you for a whole day, makes me want to throw up,' Harry admitted. 'It's not just the bond, Lucius, it's you. You're funny, intelligent, charming, and you see me for who I am. It's not going to take long for me to fall in love with you, Lucius. And when I do it's forever. Got it?'

He glared at the blonde, as though daring him to say no. Instead of speaking, Lucius leaned forward and kissed him.

Harry felt everything in the kiss and in his heart. Lucius' veela was scared but it wanted him, needed him, was probably already in love with him. And Lucius wasn't far behind. The kiss was hot and heavy, filled with lust and happiness and joy and... warmth, love. How a man could convey so many emotions through a kiss Harry didn't know, but he loved it all the same.

'Are you sure?' Lucius asked when they broke apart, voice husky yet tinged with fear.

Harry scoffed. 'Stupid veela,' he teased. 'Why would I want anyone else when I've got an intelligent, witty, gorgeous man to cuddle every night? Especially since said gorgeous man lets me roll around the bed like a lunatic for two hours.'

Lucius couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips and Harry grinned.

'See? I know you forgive me.'

'My veela doesn't.'

''Course it does,' Harry said and pressed his face to Lucius' chest. 'Lucius' veela, stop it, you know I only want you.' It was like he was talking to a baby, or only someone he could see, and it made Lucius chuckle. 'Silly, silly veela,' Harry continued to coo. 'Harry doesn't want anyone else.'

'Stop it,' Lucius tried.

'Not until you say you forgive me.'

'Harry-'

'Silly veela,' Harry repeated and slapped Lucius' chest lightly. 'Harry isn't going anywhere, ever. Seriously, I followed you around all day shopping for books and parchment and even pickles. Why would I do that if I didn't care?'

'You seemed to enjoy me eating pickles,' Lucius mused.

Harry blushed and nuzzled into his mate's chest. 'Shut up.'

'Oh, done talking to my veela now?'

Harry mumbled, 'Maybe.' He paused before saying, 'Lucius, why does it feel like there's two of me?'

Lucius looked down at him. 'Excuse me?'

'Well, sometimes it feels like the veela growing in me and me myself are... two different people, or things. Like, sometimes I get this feeling, or a voice, telling me what to do in relation to veela stuff. Is that normal?'

Lucius contemplated Harry's words before speaking. 'Well, at the moment your veela is still young, still developing. Until we bond completely and fall in love, it'll feel like you're two seperate creatures. When we bond that'll change. You'll still feel like you but your veela will be you, if that makes sense. You'll merge together and have access to veela magic to protect me and our young. You'll find casting spells easier and your sense of smell and eyesight will heighten, as well as your speed and gracefullness.'

'Right...' Harry said slowly, pulling at Lucius' pyjama shirt. 'Do you feel like that?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'Until we mate, my veela is a seperate part of me, but still a part.'

Harry frowned. 'So you've felt like this your entire life?' he asked. He didn't know how to explain it. While he enjoyed the new senses he felt with Lucius, while he enjoyed the way his veela made him feel powerful and loved and protected, it was still... strange, like a part of his soul was hiding somewhere and Harry couldn't get to it. It came out with Lucius, especially when they kissed, but at the moment it was just beyond reach.

Lucius could feel Harry's emotions through their bond and knew that, like him, Harry didn't feel complete. He pulled the teenager closer and spoke into his hair.

'Yes, I've felt like that since my seventeeth birthday,' the blonde admitted. 'Like part of me is just out of reach, hiding from me, refusing to complete me.' Harry closed his eyes. 'But it's getting closer every day because of you, Harry.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Why?'

'I hate that you've had to wait for me for so long,' Harry said. 'You've felt incomplete for so long and it's my fault.'

'You didn't choose what year to be born, Harry,' Lucius said. 'The universe did.'

'I hate the universe.'

Lucius chuckled. 'It brought us together,' he reminded his mate. Harry huffed but the tightness around Lucius' heart lessened; Harry was feeling better, as well as sleepy.

'Rest, my little mate,' Lucius whispered. 'We can talk more tomorrow.'

'Unless I kick you out of bed,' Harry murmured.

'You tried,' Lucius said, 'but after I held you you calmed down.'

'Hmm,' Harry mused, 'better keep your arms around me, then.'

'I'm never letting go,' Lucius vowed.

'I never want you to,' Harry replied honestly.

Chapter 6: Shopping and Fighting

Harry didn't take proper care of his body. At least that was what Lucius said. The Malfoy patriarch scowled when he learned that Harry's idea of getting ready for the day was a quick shower (sometimes), a glance in the mirror (not always), and grabbing whatever clothing he reached first (all the time). His Muggle jeans and shirts were all old, falling apart, and some were big enough to fit Lucius.

It seemed another day trip was in order and no matter how much Harry shouted, kicked, and tried to seduce, Lucius wasn't backing down. Though he quite enjoyed the way Harry sat on his lap and tried to pin him to the sofa.

Harry did manage to convince Lucius that he needed Muggle clothes. He refused to wear robes and formal shirts/trousers all the time, especially when lounging around in their quarters. Lucius only relented because Harry looked delicious in denim.

After Dumbledore gave his approval, Harry and Lucius once again walked hand-in-hand through Hogwarts. Harry sighed when he realised that in three weeks he wouldn't be able to do this; he and Lucius would have to hide. He contemplated just jumping Lucius in public but figured that wouldn't go down too well.

They apparated to Diagon Alley and went through the archway, and then Leaky Cauldron, to get to London. Harry couldn't remember the place well enough to apparate them straight there without fear of splinching.

Like with Diagon Alley, the occupants of the Leaky Cauldron all turned to stare. Most grinned at Harry, shook his hand (much to Lucius' annoyance) and bid him a good day. They scowled at Lucius though didn't say anything to his face. He was still Lucius Malfoy, after all; he was powerful, had been to prison for being a Death Eater, and was a known lover of the Dark Arts. Even without a wand, they weren't about to insult the Malfoy patriarch.

Lucius was looking a little smug as they walked out into London, heading down the street.

'Prat,' Harry muttered. Lucius grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

They took a Death Cab (it was actually a taxi, but Lucius seemed to honestly hate and fear the small black cars) into the city and spent most of the morning just looking around.
Harry felt safe in London and took Lucius' hand. They drew a few looks from Muggles, mostly because they were both men and because Harry was clearly twenty years younger then Lucius.

Lucius, though, was all smiles as he tugged Harry along. Though they'd come out shopping for Harry, Lucius was the one having a good time. He generally didn't like Muggles but was trying to change for Harry. If he was honest, he found electricity, technology, and automobiles fascinating (bdesides the Death Cabs, of course). He pointed at things Harry had grown up with, demanding to know what they were.

Their first two hours in London, Harry explained telephones, mobile phones, computers, gaming systems, traffic lights, and the internet. Harry didn't know that much about Muggle technology, having never been allowed to watch TV, play Dudley's games, or own anything worth over ten pounds. What he did know made Lucius' eyes light up. Lucius loved learning, loved knowledge, and as long as the Muggle stuff was interesting, he would listen.

Harry dragged Lucius into a McDonalds at eleven, just to see it. The man stood uncomfortably near Harry, turning away from the Muggles and plastic seats as well as the oil that seemed to hang in the air. Harry grinned from ear-to-ear, ordered two cheeseburger meals, and dragged Lucius out before he could figure out how to blow up the restaraunt with wandless magic.

Watching Lucius eat fast food was even funnier then him entering a McDonalds. They sat in a park, Lucius peeling his wrapper aside and glaring down at the burger like it had personally offended him.

Harry bit into his own, savouring the unhealthy food as he sipped his coke.

'You could, you know, eat it,' Harry suggested. Lucius wrinkled his nose. Harry leaned forward and pulled the top bun off. He'd ordered it without tomato sauce (remembering Lucius didn't like tomatoes, therefore he also disliked the sauce form) but it still had a line of mustard, onion, and-

'Pickles?' Lucius querried.

Harry grinned. 'Yup. Yummy pickles.' He'd ordered extra and the meat patty was covered with the little green pickled cucumbers. Harry pulled the two off his own cheeseburger and laid them atop. 'See? Just for you.'

Lucius smiled and kissed Harry quickly, chastly, blushing a little when he realised they were in full view of at least twenty Muggles. Harry just smiled and kissed him back before lounging on the wooden seat to eat his food.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lucius take a hesitant bite of his burger. He smirked when he saw Lucius smile in surprise and take a bigger bite.

One step at a time, Harry, the teenager told himself. You'll have him in jeans soon enough.

 

{oOo}

 

Eventually they made it into some clothing stores and Lucius had to admit he had a good time. Watching Harry try on various jeans and shirts, all of them hugging his frame, was a very good way to spend the day.

Harry bought a few pairs of dark blue denim jeans but Lucius talked him into getting some black pairs. He also told Harry green worked on him so the teenager ended up with ten shirts in various shades of green. He bought a few maroon ones too, just to rub his Gyrffindor-ness in Lucius' face.

They bought jackets, coats, trainers, underwear, and scarfs. After stepping into an alley so Harry could shrink his bags, Lucius dragged him through London, not stopping until they'd found an expensive clothing store.

Lucius had actually been there before (on the rare occasion he had to wear a Muggle suit, he only wore the best) and was greated by the sales people with smiles and handshakes.
Harry was forced to try on expensive suits, all made of fine matieral and to the highest quality. Harry didn't mind, really, espcially when he saw Lucius sit down heavily on the plush arm chair opposite the change rooms. He smirked and made sure to show off his body as much as possible; bending, stretching, touching himself...

Lucius had to go stand in the corner forty minutes after arriving.

 

{oOo}

 

'Hey, Lucius?' Harry said as they walked back to Hogwarts, pockets filled with shrunken bags.

'Mm?' his mate murmured, swinging his and Harry's joined hands between them.

'Today and yesterday... those don't count as dates, do they?'

Lucius literally stopped and Harry stumbled. 'Why do you ask?'

'Well... just curious, is all,' Harry said with a shrug.

Lucius was quiet for a few minutes, looking Harry up and down carefully. 'Harry...' he said slowly, '... would you like to go on a date with me?'

Harry grinned but looked down shyly. 'Maybe,' he mumbled.

Lucius smiled and tugged him foward until their fronts were pressed together. 'Harry,' he repeated, 'would you like to go on a date with me?'

His tone was commanding and Harry nodded, veela jumping for joy that Lucius had asked. Though they'd kissed, and slept in the same bed, Lucius asking him on a date made Harry giddy. He felt like a thirteen-year-old, nervous and excited and scared and-

Lucius' lips pressed against his, effectively cutting off Harry's train of thought. He melted against his mate, arms rising to wrap around his neck and pull Lucius closer. Lucius let him, always enjoying Harry's little dominant streak. He led the kiss, though, tongue entering Harry's mouth and demanding that his own stroke back, flick back.

Harry lost himself in the kiss, body pressed hard against Lucius', crotch unconciously rubbing against the older wizard's thigh. It was Lucius who pulled back and Harry whined quite loudly.

'You test me, little one,' Lucius said, breathing heavy, voice thick.

Harry blinked. 'Huh?'

With a smile, Lucius pressed a quick kiss to Harry's lips and pulled him towards the castle.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius didn't mention the date again, making Harry think it was going to be sprung on him suddenly. He didn't mind really. Just spending every day with Lucius was enough.

He kept in touch with Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and the Weasley twins. Every few days Coca would fly in and out, thrusting her leg out for Harry to unroll a piece of parchment. She was an affectionate little bird, sitting on Harry's shoulder and nipping at his ear. Cola refused to go anywhere near Harry, instead content to spend his days either sleeping in his cage, or hiding out in the spare bedroom.

Sirius' letters were always the same;

 

Harry, tell me if he hurts you, okay? I don't care what everyone says, Lucius Malfoy is a dangerous man! If he hurts you I swear to-

 

And then he'd rant on for two feet of parchment about how despicable Lucius was. Harry only allowed him because the man was his godfather, but his replies were always written with a shaky hand, and with sentences like, "Lucius is my mate", "he can't hurt me", and "SAY THAT AGAIN ABOUT MY MATE AND I'LL KICK YOUR FLEA-INFESTED ARSE TO DURMSTRANG!"

Remus Lupin was a lot more understanding, being a creature himself. Some werewolves mated, some didn't, and Remus had always felt a bit put out that he'd never have a mate. He'd loved Tonks and her death at hit him hard. But he had Teddy and Harry, as well as Andromeda Tonks and Sirius Black. His letters were always filled with kind words, cautions, and congratulations;

 

Harry, you're very lucky to have found someone who will love you for you, and not your hero status. You know I love you, Cub, but no one can understand exactly what you went through. Your entire life has been a battle and you deserve to be loved, faults and difficult past included.

Ignore Sirius, he's just worried, and he and Lucius never got along in school. Sirius was a troublemaker, as you know, so he bought a lot of it on himself. But Lucius loved to dish out detentions and take points; but that's a Slytherin for you.

Be safe and happy, Cub, and don't let anyone tell you who you should love. Listen to your heart. I support you, even with your heart wanting Lucius Malfoy. Hopefully the cold man we all know is actually a mask.

 

Harry always smiled after the werewolf's letters and wrote back while humming. The only thing Lucius didn't like was the pet name.

'Cub?' he questioned as he read Remus' letter over Harry's shoulder.

'Well, I'm like his and Sirius' cub,' Harry explained. 'Sometimes Sirius calls me Pup, 'cause he's a dog Animagus, but Cub seems to have stuck.' He shrugged then and Lucius scowled. He needed a pet name for Harry, he would not be outdone by a werewolf and dog.

Lucius didn't quite know how him calling Harry something would help... but his veela demanded it and he'd do it.

Hermione was logical, understanding, friendly, and bossy (as usual). Her letters made Harry frown, curse, smile, sigh, and laugh;

 

Harry, the Weasleys are insane, help me!

I'm kidding (sort of). I hope you and Lucius are getting along (I've charmed this so only you and he can read it. Ron's glaring over my shoulder, wondering why my writing is a bunch of squiggles. Fred and George keep hexing him for spying.

Harry, remember that Remus and I support you. Both Ron and Sirius will come around and I'm sure everyone else will when it finally comes out. I'm not going to lie and say it'll be easy; Lucius Malfoy has always been a cold, powerful, and dispcable man in public, but I'm sure he's not like that in private. After all, you could never be bonded to a horrible man, therefore Lucius must be kind deep down.

I hope you haven't slacked off with your studies. I know you, Harry, and you're most likely spending all your time in bed with your mate. While it's good that you're getting to know him, DON'T forget to study. You don't want to do seventh year AGAIN, do you?

 

Harry chuckled and leaned over for a fresh piece of parchment to write Hermione back. 'She knows me too well.'

Lucius read the letter over as Harry penned his response. 'She seems...' Lucius began, trailing off when Harry looked at him. The teenager raised an eyebrow and Lucius said, '... nice.'

'Nice?' Harry questioned.

'Yes.'

'Really?'

'What do you want me to say, Harry?' Lucius demanded. 'Do you want me to call her a Mudblood?'

'No!' Harry said, anger rising in his gut. 'She's my best friend!'

'That's why I said nice!'

'I knew it, you don't actually think she's nice!' Harry shouted. 'Are you ever going to move on and realise blood doesn't matter?'

'Blood does matter, it makes you who you are,' Lucius fumed.

Harry scowled. 'No it doesn't. Your choices make you who you are.'

'Are you saying your blood, your family, doesn't help mold you?' Lucius demanded.

'Of course it does,' Harry said, 'but it isn't as important as you pure-bloods make it out to be.'

'You pure-bloods,' Lucius echoed, a sneer on his face. 'Is that what you think of me?'

'Right now, yes!' Harry snarled. 'You're acting no better then those idiots who followed Voldemort blindly!'

'FINE!' Lucius shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing. His chair clattered back and Lucius glared at his mate. 'If that's what you truly believe, Harry...' he wet his lips, '... fine.'

He was suddenly gone, the bedroom door slamming loudly, and Harry was left staring across the dining room, wondering just how they'd gone from having a peaceful morning to shouting at each other.

Harry sighed and thumped his head on the table, chest aching and burning. He knew it was his own anger as well as Lucius'. But there was a pang of loss there.

Harry didn't know who's emotion that was.

 

{oOo}

 

It was their first real fight and it was over something as stupid as Lucius saying Hermione was nice. Once Harry calmed down, he realised that he had blown up over nothing. Lucius had called Hermione nice; he hadn't said it insultingly or smugly, like he didn't believe it true. He'd just stated it as a fact.

And what had Harry done? Berated him, shouted at him, called him a sheep, an idiot.

Harry wasn't all to blame; Lucius thought too much of blood purity. Harry was a half-blood, Lucius only just tolerated half-bloods. He hated Muggles and Muggle-borns, that was known by everyone.

But... hadn't Lucius gone to Muggle London with him? Hadn't he spent the entire day surrounded by Muggles just for Harry?

He hadn't insulted Hermione once since he'd been released from Azkaban.

The more Harry thought about it, the larger the ache in his chest got. Lucius was still in the bedroom and had been for five hours. Only pride was keeping Harry in the sitting room, the Gryffindor flicking through books and magazines and staring into space.

Finally, in the late afternoon, Harry stood and went to their shared bedroom. He knocked but didn't receive an answer. The band squeezing his heart seemed to grow tighter and Harry pushed the door open.

Lucius was on the bed, long body curled up, legs held to his chest by his arms.

'Lucius?' Harry asked, stepping into the room. His mate didn't move. 'Lucius?' he repeated. A sniff had Harry across the room, rounding the bed and looking down at the blonde.

Tears coated the man's face, his eyes red and puffy, and he squeezed them shut as Harry dropped to his knees.

'Hey, why are you crying?' Harry asked. He reached out, only for Lucius to flinch. Harry gulped, feeling more terrified then he had even when facing Voldemort. Why was Lucius crying? He was Lucius Malfoy for gods' sake!

But Harry had begun to realise that the Lucius Malfoy the public knew wasn't the same man Harry was growing to love. In private Lucius was sweet, charming, funny, loving. Draco himself had said it; his father was always affectionate at home. In public he had to keep himself distant, had to act the cold, aloof wizard. It had been expected of him; he was a Malfoy, and all Malfoys acted like that.

Abraxas Malfoy really had taught his son some twisted values.

'Lucius,' Harry said, trying to push his fear aside, 'why are you crying?'

'You... hate me,' Lucius whispered. He sounded broken, distant, like he had when Harry had saved him from the Dementor.

'I don't hate you,' Harry said.

Fresh tears fell down Lucius' cheeks. 'You were right,' he mumbled.

'About what?'

'I'm b-bad,' Lucius said, voice cracking. 'I'm a stupid pure-blood who followed a m-mad man. I put my son in danger, I nearly got him killed. And n-now I've found my m-mate and he hates m-me.' He closed his eyes again and Harry sighed. This was one of Lucius' I-don't-deserve-happiness things.

Harry hated it, absolutely hated that Lucius thought so little of himself. The once proud man seemed so much softer now and Harry knew it was a combination of the war, his own failed beliefs, as well as his bond with the Boy Saviour.

'Lucius,' Harry said softly and the Slytherin opened his eyes. 'Don't be like that. I'm sorry I shouted, I didn't mean to say that you were bad, or stupid, or anything like that.

'We all make mistakes, myself included. Just because we've done stupid things in the past, like fighting over a simple word, doesn't mean we should hate ourselves or each other. I acted like a child this morning and you did too.

'I'm sorry I insinuated that you wanted to call Hermione a Mudblood,' Harry continued. 'You've been trying hard to forget your old prejeduces, I know that. I'll try hard to forget mine too. Me thinking all pure-bloods are snobs, or were followers of Voldemort, makes me just as stupid as you.'

He paused to take a breath and reach forward. This time Lucius didn't flinch and Harry rubbed the tears away.

'I don't want you to ever think that I hate you,' Harry said. 'In the past, yes, I did; I won't deny that. But that was years ago, we're both different people now. You've given me a second chance and I want to give you one too. But you have to take it, Lucius. You have to stop thinking that you don't deserve happiness.'

'I don't.'

'Yes you do,' Harry said sternly. 'You deserve to be happy, to be loved. Draco loves you, Lucius, and I'm sure Narcissa does too in her own way.' He bit his lip before saying, very softly, 'Lucius, I'm falling in love with you.'

Lucius stared at him. 'What?'

'Remember when I said I could see myself falling in love with you?' The other wizard nodded. 'I'm well on my way,' Harry admitted. 'I can feel it in my heart.'

Lucius was silent, staring at Harry, eyes searching. Harry felt a tug at his chest, like someone was pulling on his heart, and realised it was Lucius. Harry stood and climbed onto the bed, crawling along the mattress. Lucius rolled over and wrapped his arms around the teenager, breathing deeply and squeezing tightly.

They stayed that way for about an hour, re-familiarising themselves with each other's scent, each other's heat and body, trying to push away the five hours spent alone when they should have been together.

Finally Harry said, 'I care about you too much to hate you, Lucius, always remember that.'

'I'm sorry,' Lucius whispered a few minutes later.

'I'm sorry too,' Harry said.

'Can we please not fight about stupid things?'

Harry nodded. 'M'kay. We'll only fight about really, really important things.'

Lucius was silent for a minute before saying, 'Like who gets the bathroom first thing in the morning.'

'Exactly,' Harry said.

Lucius smiled and pressed a kiss to the Gryffindor's forehead. Harry hummed happily.

Chapter 7: The Weasleys

Dear Harry,

We honestly miss you, Harry, and we hope we've done nothing to offend you. I know you need some time alone, especially after the war, and I'd never want to impose or force you into anything you don't want. But we are your family, dear, and we'd like to see you at least once before the school term starts again.

Arthur misses you, he keeps pestering me to allow him to send letters to you asking about Muggle contraptions. Honestly, that husband of mine.

Bill and Fleur say hello, they're staying with us for a while. Honestly, that boy and his rare steaks. Thank Merlin for Remus, I don't know what to do with a part-werewolf son.

The twins are, as usual, up to their usual shinanigans. I tell you, dear, if I didn't love those boys I'd slap them six ways to Australia.

Ron and Hermione seem to be in some sort of fight; Ron is always moping about and Hermione just tuts at him. I really thought those two would be together after the war but it seems Ron is yet to make a move.

Ginny won't stop asking about you, like everyone else, she misses you, Harry. Perhaps you could take the time to write her specifically? You know how she's always been fond of you.

Please Harry, do visit soon, even if it's only for lunch. I just want to know that you're okay.

Love,

Mrs Weasley

& the Weasley clan

 

Dear Mrs Weasley (and the Weasley clan),

I'm sorry I haven't been over to visit, I've just been really busy getting my life together. Sirius and Remus have been helping... well, Sirius has been pestering me to return to Grimmaul Place. I refuse until he and Remus get it cleaned up.

Don't worry, I'm taking care of myself. Dobby's always around to make sure I eat, I have long talks with Albus, and Severus and I are still at each other's necks. You know Slytherins, always have to have the last word.

Tell Mr Weasley he can send as many letters as he wants, I'd be happy to talk all about Muggle stuff. But maybe he should ask for permission to talk to Hermione's parents? They know more, obviously, they live in the Muggle world.

Bill's only part werewolf, remember, so at least he only likes steaks and has better eyesight/hearing. He doesn't have to go through the painfull transformations Remus does; he's lucky. Tell Fleur I said hello, I've always enjoyed talking to her and she was sweet when we stayed at Shell Cottage.

The twins are manic, yes, but thank Merlin they're on our side. Imagine if they disliked us and pranked us all the time? They're bad enough now!

You know Ron and Hermione. Even if they got married they'd be at each other's necks, there's just so much history there. They love each other deep down and will get over it eventually. I'll have a talk with them if you want, Hermione will be open to reason, Ron... well, you know Ron.

I'm sorry I haven't spoken to Ginny much, I've just been busy. I've recieved a few owls from her but I've been so busy getting my afairs in order. I'll apologise in person and try to write more often.

I really do want to visit and I'm free this week. Try and get everyone together, I'd hate to miss seeing someone. Just let me know.

Again, I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, but you know I love you guys.

Regards,

Harry

 

Harry,

Friday is good, come around midday for lunch. I don't trust the Hogwarts elves to be feeding you properly. You're much to thin, young man. More time eating, less time playing Quidditch.

Love,

Molly

 

Mrs Weasley,

I'll be there at 12 and I haven't had a chance to fly my broom yet. Good idea though, thanks for that.

Harry

 

'I don't want you to go.'

'Yes, you've said that... oh, about forty times.'

'What am I supposed to do while you're gone?'

'Read with Albus, play chess?'

'... My chess set was destroyed by the Death Eaters.'

'I'll buy you a new one.'

'Really?'

'All shiny, it'll catch your attention. I know how pretty people like shiny things.'

'Not funny, Harry.'
Lucius was pouting now and Harry grinned as he pulled a green shirt on. He had more green clothes then he knew what to do with, but it was worth it to see the lust in Lucius' eyes, the way they travelled down his chest, his stomach.

Harry did the buttons up and heard Lucius sigh as his skin was hidden. Smiling, Harry did the cuffs up and turned. 'Lucius, I'll be back mid-afternoon.'

'That's too long,' Lucius pouted before pausing to look Harry up and down. 'Aren't you going to tuck your shirt in?'

The Gryffindor was wearing a new pair of black jeans, his scruffy old trainers, and an emereld green button-up shirt that highlighted his eyes. He didn't usually dress this nicely but he had to admit it made him look older. The fitted clothes and semi-formal clothes really suited him.

'No, I'm not,' Harry said. 'I might be open to wearing nicer clothing but I'm not going to go all out.'

Lucius was pouting again and Harry smiled. He crossed the room and stood before his mate, who was sitting on their bed.

'Lucius, I'll be no later then five, okay? We'll have dinner together, I'll be back to cuddle with you while we read. It's only a few hours.'

'I'll miss you,' Lucius admitted, a faint blush colouring his cheeks.' He'd never felt so strongly about anyone in his life. Of course he'd missed Draco when his kit started school but it wasn't the same.

'And I'll miss you,' Harry said, stepping closer until he was between Lucius' legs. He draped his arms over the Slytherin's shoulders and leaned down. 'You know how much I care about you.'

Lucius closed the distance and kissed his mate passionately, making Harry groan and lean heavily against him. Lucius' lips were warm and wet and tasted of pickles (those bloody pickles) but Harry didn't care. Like Lucius had said, they were refreshing and sour, he was definitely going to convert Harry.

The blonde's arms slowly came up to snake around Harry's waist and suddenly he was being pulled down. Lucius fell back to lie on the bed, Harry atop him, and the teenager gasped.

'Lucius, I have to go soon.'

Lucius huffed before capturing Harry's lips again.

Harry lost himself to the gesture; to the sweet taste of Lucius' lips, to the way they pressed against his own. He could feel Lucius' hands running up and down the cotton of his shirt, always straying to his demin-clad arse but never going all the way. Lucius was hot and hard beneath him, crotch in line with Harry's and sending a little thrill through the Gryffindor's body every time they moved.

Lucius' lips moved to Harry's jaw, teeth appearing to nibble on the expanse of skin. Harry gasped as Lucius' tongue trailed right to his ear before the lobe was sucked into that hot cavern he'd fallen in love with.

Lucius sucked and nipped the lobe until it was bright red and covered in saliva. Satisfied with the groans Harry was making, the teen's mouth hanging open, the Slytherin moved down to suck back on his neck.

Not a day went past that Harry didn't have some type of hicky on his neck. Lucius loved marking him, loved showing the world that Harry was a taken man. Usually the love bites were small and red, situated all over the right side of Harry's neck. But there was one spot, just below his collar on the left, that Lucius liked to mark hard.

Every time they were making out properly (for Harry, properly was a good hour laying beneath Lucius, arms pinned above his head and crotch pushing up), Lucius would sink his perfect teeth into the juncture where the teenager's neck met his shoulder. Harry would hiss and arch up before Lucius growled. His veela subdued, Harry would be little more then a lump as Lucius dominated him, sucking back and marking him as his own.

The hicky was always large and dark purple, teeth marks sunken into it to show that it wasn't an ordinary bruise. Harry was getting used to seeing the hicky there. Whenever it started to face, started to turn a light green or yellow, Lucius would suck it back to it's original purple colour. It was becoming as familiar to Harry as his lightning bolt scar.

It was that very spot that Lucius latched onto now, sucking back, teeth sinking in, and tongue licking at the bruised skin. Harry gasped out loud and went still, his submissive streak seeming to be connected to that one spot.

Lucius drew back only long enough to say, 'Move, Harry.'

Harry complied, Lucius' order shooting straight through his body. He bent his head so Lucius would bite him again, and the Slytherin complied, mouth immediately going back to the mark.

Harry was lost in a sea of arousal, of need, of lust. He started moving as Lucius had ordered, pushing his crotch forward to rut against Lucius'. He was close to losing control, to begging Lucius to fuck him hard, but a small part still reminded Harry that he wasn't ready, that he didn't want to go all the way yet.

When Lucius pulled back to press kisses to Harry's mark, the teenager gasped. 'Lucius, we have to stop.'

Lucius didn't listen, instead thrusting his hands down Harry's tight jeans. Harry groaned loudly as his arse was squeezed, Lucius' nails digging into his flesh. Suddenly Lucius had rolled them, hands still down Harry's trousers. He settled atop the teeth and captured his lips, kissing Harry with more passion then Harry had ever felt before.

Lucius had been holding out. Now, though, now he kissed Harry like a dying man, like he'd never get to again. Harry grunted against his mouth, lips feeling swollen and bruised as they made out. Lucius lifted Harry's arse off the bed and thrust their crotches together, the teenager letting out a strangled gasp as pleasure shot through his groin.

'Again,' he gasped.

Lucius did and Harry groaned. He wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist, heat crashing through his body and threatening to throw everything away. It didn't help that he could feel Lucius' own passion too. The band wrapped around his heart was throbbing painfully, squeezing the life out of Harry while sending bolts of pleasure through his chest. He could feel how much Lucius cared about him, how much he turned the Slytherin on. It was enough to make Harry throw his fears out the window, drag Lucius down by the hair, and snog the crap out of him.

They were rutting against each other quickly, Lucius' hands still down Harry's jeans and squeezing. It just added to the thrill they both felt; Harry had never felt this turned on, his entire body thrummed with magic, sparks shooting through his mind and drowning everything else out. Lucius groaned above him, eyes squeezed shut as he crushed their crotches together and sucked Harry's tongue into his mouth.

Though Harry and Lucius both wanted to draw this out, wanting to experience this for the next week or year or possibly century, both couldn't bear it any more. Lucius' fingers slipped between Harry's cheeks to rub the teenager's entrance and, with one last kiss and thrust, Harry was coming loudly, shouting Lucius' name and leaking into his jeans.

The feel of Harry writhing beneath him, shouting his name, and the musky scent of sex and Harry's release in the air, pushed Lucius over the edge. He groaned Harry's name, biting down hard on the Gryffindor's neck as he did. He sucked and licked, Harry grunting beneath him and panting heavily.

Once marked again, Lucius drew back to look down at his mate. The younger wizard was breathing heavily, eyes still dark with arousal, but glazy from his release. He smiled warmly, stupidly, and Lucius grinned back.

Harry leaned up and kissed the blonde softly, lips puffy and sore, and Lucius kissed back.

'Mm, that was... nice,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius smiled. 'I'd hope so.'

'I'm still going to the Weasleys.'

Lucius cursed and Harry chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry didn't bother using a glamour to cover the various hickies Lucius had left on his skin. He figured it would be easier to break the news to the Weasleys over time; he'd start by saying he was seeing someone, then someone older, followed by a man, and then finally he'd tell them about Lucius and the veela bond.

The teen had to change his underwear, thankfully his jeans were clean, and used Dumbledore's floo to get to the Weasleys. Dumbledore had smiled at him, like he knew exactly what Harry had been doing (which he probably did, that man knew everything).

Lucius gave him one last passionate tongue-wrestle before he pushed Harry away, eyes sad and emotions mixed between longong, lust, anger, and jealousy. Harry knew Lucius was angry because he was leaving him for a few hours. He was jealous because Harry considered the Weasleys family. He wanted Harry back, that was the longing, and the lust... well, Lucius was always a bit lustfull.

Harry stepped into the fireplace and threw the powder down, shouting, 'The Burrow!' With one last look at Lucius, he disappeared in a swirl of green flames.

 

{oOo}

 

As soon as Harry was out of view, Lucius sighed.

'He'll be back soon,' Dumbledore said from behind his desk.

Lucius pushed the Malfoy mask back on and sneered at the old man. 'He can take as long as he wants.'

Dumbledore chuckled. 'Lucius, you may be able to fool the wizarding population, but not me.'

The Slytherin scowled. 'I don't know what you mean.'

With a smile, Dumbledore stood and went to the other side of his office. 'Would you join me in a game of chess and a glass of brandy? Perhaps we can invite Severus.'

Lucius wanted to go back to his own quarters and read, or listen to music, or maybe fantasise about his little mate naked. With a sigh, he nodded and followed Dumbledore to the man's sitting room.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and would have fallen flat on his face if not for Fred and George Weasley. The twins easily caught him and pulled him into a hug. Fred kissed both cheeks and shouted how marvellously good looking Harry looked and George was busy patting him down very thoroughly.

'Well what's this?' George suddenly exclaimed. He moved closer and touched Harry's neck, pushing his collar aside to look at the various hickies on Harry's neck.

'My, my, our little Harry has a lover,' Fred said.

'Of all the horrible things to happen!' George shouted.

'Our Harry has abandonned us!' Fred joined in.

'He's broken out hearts-' That was George.

'-he's cleaved them in twain-' Fred.

'-whatever that means-'

'-how can we live-'

'-when Harry-'

'-our Harry-' Fred said with a smirk.

'-has gone and left us for someone else?' George finished.

'WHY WON'T YOU LOVE US?' the twins shouted, loud enough to have their two owls in the corner, Jackson and Fineas, hooting in indignation.

'Forge!' Bill snapped, coming down the stairs. 'Enough.'

'Oi,' the both exclaimed, 'we're two differnet people.' They looked at each other. 'That's what I said!' they shouted and grinned.

Bill rolled his eyes and approached Harry.

'Hi Bill,' Harry smiled and shook his hand. 'Thanks for the save.'

'Not a problem, little brother,' Bill smiled.

Harry had always liked Bill. He was mature, a no-nonsense kind of guy, who thought things through and was always willing to listen to both sides of the argument. Harry knew he wouldn't have a problem with Bill when the world found out about him and Lucius.

Billy's eyes fell to the hickies and he smiled. Harry blushed and it didn't go away when the other Weasleys, Hermione, and Fleur all entered.

Mrs Weasley and Hermione were the first to hug him, the Weasley matriarch fussing over his too skinny frame and his hair. Hermione saw the hickies and grinned knowingly, forcing Harry to cough and look down. Fleur kissed him on both cheeks and, like everyone else, looked at his hickies.

She gasped and reached out, moving his collar aside to look at the purple Mark Lucius always left. All the blood drained from Harry's face. Fleur was part veela, she knew all about their customs...

She'd know Harry was bonded to a veela.

He looked up at her with panicked eyes and Hermione, sensing her best friend's fear, put everything together and dragged Fleur away. As Ginny threw her arms around Harry, pressing her boobs into his chest, Harry saw Hermione whispering quickly to Fleur. The part veela grinned and nodded, giving Harry a look that clearly said, "Your secret's safe with me."

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief that had Ginny raising her eyebrows when she pulled back. 'Erm... just glad to see you all,' he smiled.

Arthur Weasley arrived home a few minutes later and they all went into the kitchen to eat. Molly heaped food onto his plate, making sure he had twice as much as everyone else. She sat Harry next to Ron, who had barely acknowledged Harry's existance. The youngest Weasley boy looked at the marks on Harry's neck and wrinkled his nose.

Harry scowled but tried to keep his anger in check. It wouldn't do well to blow up at Ron over the red-head's narrow mindedness.

Ginny was opposite Harry and she scowled at Hermione. The youngest Weasley had tried to sit next to Harry, had been touching him since he had arrived ten minutes earlier, and Hermione knew Harry hated it. Not only was the poor boy gay, but he was seeing someone. She also knew that Lucius would flip out as soon as he smelled Ginny all over his mate.

So, to save Ginny's life, and Harry some embarrassment, the Muggle-born had rushed to sit beside her best friend.

That didn't stop Ginny, though, who fluttered her eye lids and made pouty faces with her lips. She'd always assumed she and Harry would marry, ever since Harry's first trip to Hogwarts. It didn't help that Molly kept trying to set them back up.

Harry had broken up with Ginny in June, stating that they weren't meant for each other. This was when Harry was starting to feel his veela develop, when he was starting to feel that something was wrong, that someone was missing.

Ginny felt that he just needed time, that if she kept flirting he'd come around.

Harry had half a cheese and tomato toastie crammed into his mouth (he didn't eat tomatoes much, what with Lucius refusing to kiss him if he had) when Ginny spotted the hickies.
She shrieked loudly, defening Fred and George, who were sitting either side of her.

'Easy, sis,' Fred complained.

'My ear!' George shouted.

'Hurts,' Fred moaned.

'At least you've got two,' George pouted.

'You only lost the outside, idiot,' Fred said.

'Who you calling idiot?' George demanded.

'What are those!' Ginny shouted, cutting off Fred's remark. The twins scowled at her, like she'd interupted a very important conversation.

'Afoo,' Harry mumbled around his food, making Hermione tut at him and Ron lean away. He tried to chew and swallow quickly before Ginny could say anything else, unfortunately-

'Are those hickies?' Ginny practically screamed. This time Fred and George got their hands over their ears and poked their tongues out at Ginny.

'Hickies?' Molly demanded, rounding on Harry from where she'd been slipping more food onto Bill's plate. She was across the room and dragged Harry's collar down before the teenager could move.

He huffed in annoyance as Molly inspected the marks.

'Harry, dear,' she said slowly, 'is there something you want to tell us?'

Harry finally managed to swallow his food and took a big drink of his pumpkin juice. After clearing his throat, and getting a sympathetic look from both Hermione and Fleur, Harry said, 'Yes, I'm seeing someone.'

Ginny's face paled, making her hair look even redder. She gaped like a fish, trying to say something and failing.

'How long?' Molly asked.

'Um...' Harry didn't want to say the truth; he'd only been seeing Lucius two and a bit weeks. Molly would instantly dismiss it as a small fling, nothing serious, and try to get him back together with Ginny. But he could lie a bit. 'Since early July,' Harry lied.

Ron snorted and Hermione threw a glare at him. Ginny's face darkened. 'Did you break up with me because you were seeing someone else?' she demanded.

Everyone was looking at him now, wondering if that were true. Harry shook his head quickly. 'No, Ginny, I met this person after... well, I already knew them, but I only just started dating them after we broke up. Honestly, I did it because we weren't working.'

Ginny scowled. 'Who?' she demanded.

Harry hesitated. 'Um...'

'Who, Harry?' the witch asked.

'I'd rather not say,' Harry mumbled.

'Why?' Molly said.

'It's new, alright?' Harry said. 'But we care about each other, it's serious, I can't ever see myself breaking up with him-' He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes going wide as he realised his slip-up.

Ginny's mouth had fallen open again and Arthur dropped the paper he was reading. Molly had to grab the table for support and Ron choked on his drink. Fred and George were nodding knowingly, Hermione and Fleur smiling, and Bill looking at him curiously.

'Him?' Ginny said. 'What do you mean him?'

Well, he'd already stuffed up. Why deny it?

'I'm seeing a man,' Harry said. 'I'm... I'm gay.'

He wasn't sure if it was true, didn't know if he'd ever be attracted to women if he wasn't bonded to Lucius. But the more Harry thought about it, the more he realised that the universe had chosen this for him; had chosen to bond him to a man. So, obviously, Harry was gay. He was attracted to Lucius, to the very male parts he had, so...

'I'm gay,' he repeated.

'WHAT?!' Ginny screamed. 'NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU BELONG WITH ME!'

Harry sighed. 'Gin, I love you, you know that. But you're like a sister to me, just like Hermione, and even Fleur. I'm not attracted to women, I... I like men.'

'Since when?' Ginny asked.

Harry frowned. 'Um... well, since I was born. I didn't suddenly turn gay, I was born like this.'

Ginny was shaking her head even as the twins got involved.

'We knew it,' Fred nodded.

'Of course,' George added.

'Our little Harry-'

'-always staring at us in the Quidditch dressing rooms-'

'I was not!' Harry exclaimed.

'-he can deny it-' Fred said, ignoring Harry completely.

'-but we know he had a crush on us,' George said.

'And even though we love him-'

'-and think he's gorgeous-'

'-we're not into glass wearing gits,' the finished together.

Harry was bright red and Bill rolled his eyes at the twins.

'Leave 'im alone,' Fleur said. 'It izz 'ard realizzing you like zee same sex.'

'Harry didn't choose to be gay,' Hermione added, 'he is, end of story. If he wants to date men, I support him. I also support whoever he is; Harry can tell us who he's dating when he's ready.'

Harry threw her a thankfull look as Arthur cleared his throat.

'Yes, well, of course,' Arthur nodded. 'We love you for who you are, my boy.'

Molly looked shaken but nodded. 'Harry,' she said in a soft voice, 'of course, we love you.'

Harry looked at her greatfully before glancing at Ginny.

The witch just shook her head and stared at her plate, making the other Gryffindor sigh. It looked like she wasn't going to accept that Harry wasn't in love with her. He'd told her, broken up with her, declared that he only liked men. What more could he do?

Everyone went back to their lunches, trying to ignore the awkard silence that had descended. Harry focused on his plate, knowing that everyone was looking at him.

Trying to get lunch back to friendly ground, Molly asked, 'So what have you been doing with your time?'

Harry swallowed his mouthful and said, 'Just relaxing, you know, and studying of course.' When no one made to interupt, he continued. 'I went shopping and bought all my new books as well as some others.' Hermione looked immensley proud of that fact. 'I've been reading a lot and playing chess. Albus and Severus are good company, even if the sneaky Slytherin cheats at every game we play.'

'That's Slytherins for you,' Ginny snorted, bitterness over Harry's news still evident in her voice. 'Bad, the lot of them.'

Molly tutted at her daughter, Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry scowled. 'Not all slytherins are bad,' he said. 'Severus is a brave man, a good man. Draco too isn't all that bad, he just needed a kick up the arse.' He pursed his lips. 'And let's not forget that the Sorting Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin.'

Ginny smiled sickly sweetly and it made Harry's stomach turn. 'Yeah, but you're not a snake, you're a lion.'

'I could have been a snake.'

'But you're not.'

Harry scowled. He didn't know why he felt the need to defend Slytherin. While it was true that most were bastards, not all of them were bad. Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history, had been a Slytherin.

He guessed it had to do with Lucius and Draco being Slytherins; he had the overwhelming urge to protect the honour of his mate's house.

'They're not all bad,' Harry tried again. 'I've spoken to Blaise Zabini, and Theo Nott, neither of which particpiated in the war. Theo's dad was a Death Eater, and so was Blaise's, but neither fought for Voldemort's side.'

'They didn't fight for ours either,' Ginny said.

'So what? There's nothing wrong with wanting to hide,' Harry said. 'Not everyone's made out to be a warrior, Ginny, and I can't berate them for choosing to hide their families.'

'Slimey gits,' Ginny continued anyway, 'they have no spines. Just like them Malfoys.'

Ginny didn't notice that Harry's hands were shaking, the attack on his mate shooting straight to his veela and making it snarl.

'They were perfectly happy to support You-Know-Who while he was in power but they ran as soon as they could. I'm glad Malfoy Senior's in Azkaban, he deserves the Kiss.'

Two windows shattered and Ginny's plate slammed into her face, sending the girl tumbling back spluttering, gravy sliding down her face. Only Ron and Hermione knew that it had been Harry. Ron glared at the other Gryffindor and Hermione dragged Harry to his feet.

'We just have to see something,' she said and pulled Harry out. Once alone, she rounded on him. 'Control yourself!'

'I'm sorry,' Harry said, shaking his head and trying to push his magic down. 'But she was badmouthing Lucius, what was I supposed to do?'

'Oh, well obviously fly off the handle and blast everyone aside,' Hermione tutted. 'Control yourself, Veela-Boy.'

'Veela-Boy?' Harry squawked.

Hermione just smiled and tugged him back into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley had cleaned up and Ginny was sitting pouting at the table, trying to figure out what had happened. Ron glared at Harry but the dark-haired teen ignored him.

'Harry, what do you know about Lucius Malfoy?' Arthus asked suddenly.

Harry knocked his glass over and Hermione dropped her fork. 'M-Malfoy?' Harry asked.

'You were seen together in Diagon Alley together,' Arthur said and pointed at The Daily Prophet he was reading.

Frowning, Harry reached forward and took the paper. There was a picture of himself and Lucius on the front page, looking very chummy with each other;

 

Convicted Death Eater Out For A Stroll
By Rita Skeeter

 

Harry groaned at the headline and Hermione said, 'You mean you haven't seen this?'

'I don't read The Prophet,' Harry mumbled. It was true, he'd cancelled his subscription after the last hundred page special about The Boy Who Lived. Now he only got Quidditch Weekly, The Quibbler, a thick magazine called Dark Arts Today that kept him up to date on the Dark Arts, as well as a magazine about the most popular books that Lucius had got him into.

Harry flipped the paper open to read the article;

 

Death Eater Lucius Malfoy was seen walking through Diagon Alley two days ago a free man. The Malfoy patriarch, who was impirsoned in Azkaban the day the war ended, was seen shopping with none other then The Boy Who Defeated Voldemort.

Mr Potter seemed quite happy with the set up and was reported as smiling, laughing, and even teasing the Death Eater.

Harry Potter stated to the amassed crowd that Mr Malfoy had been released into his care due to information given to the Light that led to the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-named. Malfoy is Potter's ward and as such must not leave Potter's sight until he is deemed a changed man.

Neither Albus Dumbledore nor Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shaklebolt, were available for comment. Harry Potter, who is staying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, refused to take any owls this reporter sent.

It seemed that we won't find out the true story until Mr Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore, and Minister Shaklebolt choose to reveal it.

For ideas on what could possibly be happening, see page 3.

 

Harry scowled and threw the paper down. He knew this would happen, of course, but still hated seeing his name in the paper. He smiled a little though when he realised Dumbledore must have been sending back the letters Skeeter tried to get to him.

'What the hell are you doing with Lucius Malfoy?' Ginny demanded, glaring from the paper to Harry.

'None of your business!' Harry snapped.

'Harry!' Molly gaped and even the twins and Bill stared at him.

'Sorry, but really... it's none of your business,' Harry said. 'I'm sorry, but I can't tell you any more then you already know.'

'Are you really Malfoy's charge?' Ginny asked.

'Yes,' Harry said, 'and his name is Lucius.'

Ginny scowled as Arthur asked, 'Is he staying at Hogwarts with you?'

Harry nodded. 'He doesn't have a wand and Albus has changed the wards so that he can't preform magic; it's locked onto his specific signature. So don't worry, he can't hurt me.'

'He's still a big guy,' Fred said.

'He could strangle you,' George added.

'Or ravish you,' Fred said whistfully.

'Ooh, that sounds nice,' George grinned.

Harry wanted to shout at them for taking about Lucius like that but Hermione put a hand on his knee. Harry took a few calming breaths before speaking.

'Lucius has been nothing but nice to me,' he said. 'He is a gentlemen, he respects me and my wishes, and does as I ask. Not once has he led me to believe, in either his actions or words, that he is a Dark Wizard.

'Yes, he still enjoys the Dark Arts, but I do too. Lucius is a changed man, though he still has a fair way to go. Trust me when I say he's fine.'

Ginny and Mrs Weasley immediately exploded, shouting that Harry was a fool. Fred and George were commenting that Lucius' looks more then made up for his behaviour, and Bill and Fleur were watching Harry curiously. Hermione kept her hand on Harry's thigh to stop him from doing something stupid and Arthur held the young Gyrffindor's eyes.

'Does Dumbledore trust him?'

'In a way, yes, he does,' Harry said.

'Do you trust him?' Arthur asked.

'Yes,' Harry said without hesitation.

Arthur searched Harry's eyes and came to the conclusion that Harry was telling the truth. Finally he nodded and said, 'Then I respect your decision, Harry.'

'WHAT?' Molly shrieked. 'You can't be serious, Arthur! That man will kill him.'

'He can't use magic, Harry's more powerful, Lucius doesn't have a wand, and Harry trusts him,' Arthur said. 'That's enough for me.'

Molly and Ginny wouldn't stop shouting and calling Lucius vial names. When the entire room began to shake, Hermione and Ron both grabbed Harry and hauled him into the sitting room.

'Calm down, mate,' Ron said. 'Look, I don't know how to feel about this yet, but I can see you're gonna explode because they're badmouthing Malfoy.' He thrust the floo pot into Harry's hand. 'I don't want you doing something you regret so go, be with your mate and calm down.'

Harry noded and stepped into the fireplace, hands shaking in anger. He threw a handful of powder down and shouted, 'Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts!'

Ron and Hermione watched their friend disappear in a swirl of flames.

Hermione looked at Ron. 'Look, I haven't accepted this yes,' Ron said. 'You know me, I always fly off the handle and do something stupid. I won't do that to Harry about this, I know he can't leave Malfoy.' He sighed and turned to face Hermione. 'So I'm taking the time to think about it, to get used to it, and hopefully one day soon I can accept it. I don't want to lose my best friend, Hermione, not again.'

The witch threw her arms around Ron's neck and hugged him tightly. 'Oh, Ron, that was... that was... Merlin, you've actually grown up.'

Ron chuckled. ''Bout time, right?'

Hermione grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Blushing, Ron went with her back into the kitchen to make up an excuse for Harry's sudden departure.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius felt Harry's anger as soon as the boy fell out of the fireplace. He, Severus, and Albus were all sitting playing poker with a wizard deck of cards that shot flames at anyone who cheated.

Lucius threw them down and went through the archway, passing Dumbledore's desk to reach the fireplace. Harry was covered in soot and shaking, glasses cracked from where he'd slammed into the floor. Lucius felt anger course through his chest from his Harry Band and dropped to his knees.

'Little one, what's wrong?'

Harry pressed their lips together, plundering Lucius' mouth as his arms wrapped around the Slytherin's neck. Lucius couldn't even bring himself to care about the soot as he kissed Harry back, the band around his heart lessening slightly.

When they drew apart, Harry looked close to tears.

'Harry, what is it?' Lucius asked.

'The Weasleys said stuff about you,' Harry said, 'bad things. I got so angry, Lucius, they had no right to talk about you like that.'

Lucius sighed. 'Harry, there's a lot of anger there, you can't expect them to just forget about what I've done.'

'They shouldn't talk about you like that,' Harry said as Severus and Albus appeared.

'Harry, calm down,' Lucius said in a soft, soothing voice. He stroked his fingers through Harry's hair. 'I know you felt the need to protect me and my honour, I thank you for that.'
Hary felt how much Lucius loved the fact that his mate had defended him and chuckled. 'Smug sod,' he muttered.

Lucius smiled. 'And?'

'Nothing,' Harry said and leaned up to kiss him again. They lost themselves in the gesture, in each other, Lucius using his tongue and hands and lips to soothe his mate and calm him down.

Slowly the anger poisoning Harry's heart died down, his veela satisfied that Lucius was safe, protected, and knew that Harry had defended him. Harry smiled and pulled back to nuzzle into Lucius' neck, offering his neck up.

Lucius pushed the emerald green collar aside but paused before sinking his teeth in. He leaned forward and sniffed before drawing back quickly. Harry gulped as he looked up.

'Who touched you?' Lucius demanded.

'The Weasleys,' Harry said softly.

'How?'

'Fred and George hugged me, Bill shook my hand, Mrs Weasley hugged me too, and...'

'And?' Lucius asked.

'Erm... G-Ginny... pushed her... ch-chest... into me.'

Lucius took a deep breath, trying to push his jealousy and anger down. He could smell them on his mate; dust, cooking, females, other males... it made his veela snarl.

'They're my family, Lucius, you know they're going to hug me.'

'Yes, but the youngest one... Ginevra,' Lucius scowled, 'she wants more then your friendship.'

'But I don't want her,' Harry said. 'I want you, you know that.'

Severus and Albus watched the scene unfold before them, both keeping their wand hands free until they were sure Lucius wasn't going to go dominant-veela on them.

Lucius was still scowling, the anger building and building until Harry knew his mate wanted to jump in the floo and go show Ginny just who Harry belonged to. Crawling up Lucius' body, Harry pulled him closer and mewled in his ear. He offered his neck, rubbed a hand over Lucius' chest, and nudged Lucius' jaw with his nose.

He could feel Lucius breaking, the dominating veela reacting to Harry's submission. He tried to hold onto his anger but Harry could feel it slowly disappearing to be replaced with warmth, pride, and lust.

Harry whimpered softly, arching his neck again, and nuzzling into Lucius' own. He breathed in deeply, filling his nostrils with Lucius' scent, and moaned under his breath.

Lucius sank his teeth into Harry's neck, sucking back on the his Mark and making Harry groan. Harry went limp, allowing Lucius to mark and touch him. The veela threaded his fingers through Harry's hair, over his face, down his neck and arms and back. Harry realised Lucius was checking to make sure he was okay. Though the man knew the Weasleys hadn't hurt him, the veela wanted to make sure.

Harry just stayed in his embrace, mewling softly every time Lucius bit him again. Slowly Lucius moved away from the Mark to press kisses to Harry's neck, up his jaw, before hovering over his lips. Harry opened his eyes just as Lucius kissed him.

Now satisfied that his mate was okay, Lucius needed to show him that everything was okay. It was like a wolf licking her cub, a mother checking her baby over, a lover making sure their partner didn't have a fever. Lucius had to show Harry that everything was okay, that they were okay, and that Lucius wasn't angry at Harry.

The kiss was soft and warm, filled with love and joy and happiness. Harry kissed back softly, letting Lucius lead, arms wrapping around his mate's neck. They kissed for a few minutes before breaking apart, Lucius' grey eyes sweeping over Harry's face.

With a smile, Harry leaned forwad and pecked Lucius lightly on the lips.

'Are you sure you're the dominant one?' Severus asked suddenly.

Having forgotton the other two men were there, Harry and Lucius both jumped. Lucius' arms immediately tightened around Harry and pulled him close, covering the teenager with his body. He growled at Severus, who held up his hands.

'I mean you no harm, friend.'

Lucius sniffed the air, veela trying to figure out if the man was telling the truth. Harry was letting off a small amount of allure and Lucius didn't want anyone smelling it and trying to touch him.

After acknowledging that Severus and Albus meant no harm, Lucius said, 'What?'

Severus smirked and folded his arms, seeing Lucius come back to himself. 'I said, are you sure you're the dominant one?'

Lucius frowned. 'Of course I am.'

'Really?' Severus said. 'Because Potter just manipulated you rather well.'

Harry blushed and buried his face in Lucius' neck. 'Did not,' he mumbled.

'Yes you did,' Severus teased. 'You used all your veela charm to make Lucius stop thinking.'

Lucius scowled when he realised it was true and Harry said, 'Sorry.'

'Not a problem,' Lucius said. He didn't mind really, Harry could manipualte him all he wanted as long as he kissed Lucius. He didn't like that it had happened in front of Severus and Albus.

'Well,' Albus said after a minute of silence, 'how about you take Harry back to your quarters, Lucius? I'm sure you could use some time alone.'

Severus snorted as Lucius nodded and got to his feet. Suddenly he picked Harry up bridal style and the Gryffindor shrieked.

'LUICUS, PUT ME DOWN!'

Lucius just grinned and carried Harry out, the teenager shouting.

'Lucius, you stupid prat! Let me go!'

'Never,' Lucius replied.

'Bastard!' was the last thing Albus and Severus heard before Lucius cut his mate off with a kiss.

Chapter 8: Visits

Harry and Lucius spent all their time together over the next few days, growing more comfortable with each other. Lucius no longer flipped out when Harry teased him, or when they argued over small things. He was always fearfull his veela would take control, especially since Harry hadn't let him rub against the teenager since the first time. Harry would tease him endlessly when Lucius had to disappear and have a cold shower.

Lucius learned that Harry had been staying at Sirius Black's house before rescuing him from Azkaban. Dumbledore was the one who had suggested Lucius might feel more comfortable at Hogwarts rather then Grimmauld Place. Also, he and Harry would have some privacy to get to know each other, and Lucius could visit Severus.

They ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, learning each other's favourite foods, their likes and dislikes. Lucius liked reading and often Harry curled up on his lap in the study, watching Lucius read through both Muggle and magical texts. Harry mostly enjoyed reading about Quidditch, magical creatures, and the Dark Arts. Luckily Lucius was an expert on the Dark Arts and he shared a lot of his personal books and notes with the teenager.

Three weeks after being released from Azkaban, the two were curled up together in one of the arm chairs when there was a knock on the portrait. Harry stood and when he came back he was accompanied by Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.

Lucius would always feel comfortable in Severus' presence but he was still nervous around Dumbledore. He'd only defected during the last few months of the war and was worried the older wizard would punish him, even though they'd spent a few hours alone in each other's company.

'Relax, Lucius,' Dumbledore smiled, taking a seat on the spare arm chair and regarding him. 'I have no intentions of hurting you.'

It didn't help and Lucius sat stiffly, as though ready to run at a moment's notice.

Severus tutted and sat on the couch. 'To what do we owe the pleasure?' Harry asked, sitting back on Lucius' lap. Severus smirked when Lucius' arms immediately wrapped around the Gryffindor's waist.

'I wanted to see how you and Lucius were doing,' Dumbledore said. 'We haven't seen you for a few days, Harry.'

Harry blushed. 'Just... getting to know each other,' he said.

Dumbledore nodded. 'As I've told you before, Harry, I am supporting this relationship one hundred percent. You and Lucius both deserve the companionship and love.' He smiled at Lucius' face, the Slytherin's mouth having fallen open. 'So you two are doing well?' the Headmaster asked.

'Yep, just learning about each other,' Harry said. 'Lucius is a fascinating man.'

'As is Harry,' Lucius said and Harry grinned at him.

'Circe, the fluff is going to kill me,' Severus mumbled.

Harry poked his tounge out at the Potions Master. 'Now, now, Harry,' Dumbledore chuckled, blue eyes twinkling.

'Sorry,' Harry said though he didn't look it.

Dumbledore smiled.

'Um... did you two want to stay for lunch?' Harry asked.

'Sounds lovely, my boy,' Dumbledore said and stood. 'All I've had today is a few Mars Bars.'

Harry tutted and stood. 'You and your Muggle sweets.' He dragged Lucius up, the Slytherin looking from his mate to the Headmaster with a frown.

'They're always like this,' Severus told his friend. 'Teasing each other like little children.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow and Harry blushed. 'Just having fun,' he mumbled. His mate smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The teenager blushed even harder and Dumbledore smiled, Severus smirked.

They sat in the small dining room, a very familiar house elf appearing to ask what they wanted. Dobby squeaked and jumped behind Harry, cowering and staring at Lucius with wide eyes.

'Dobby, it's okay,' Harry said. 'Lucius is my mate.'

'Dobby knows this,' the elf said but still trembled. 'Dobby doesn't like Lucius Malfoy.'

'He's better now, he won't hurt you,' Harry said and glared at Lucius. 'Will you?'

'Of course I won't,' Lucius said, squirming under Harry's gaze.

'See?' Harry said. 'I'll make him promise not to hurt you, Dobby, okay?'

Dobby stared at Lucius, who raised his hands. 'I promise not to hurt Dobby, or any other house elves, for fear of my mate shouting at me.'

Severus and Dumbledore looked at Dobby, who peered at Lucius cautiously before nodding.

'I'm sorry, Dobby,' Lucius added.

The elf nodded again. 'Dobby accepts Master Lucius' apology. Dobby will protect Master Lucius like he protects Harry Potter.' The little creature's eyes narrowed. 'If Master Lucius hurts Dobby's Harry Potter, Dobby will hurt him.'

Lucius blinked before saying, 'Erm... okay.'

'Excellent,' Harry beamed. 'Dobby, could you and the other elves please make us some lunch?'

Dobby nodded his head, ears flapping about and eyes going wide. 'What can Dobby gets for Master Harry Potter?'

Harry looked at his guests, who all shrugged. 'Um... chicken soup, roast beef sandwhiches, some wine, and banana cake for dessert,' Harry said. 'Is that okay?'

The others nodded and Dobby disappeared with a crack.

'Did you see his face?' Severus said, grinning at Lucius. The blonde scowled.

'What?' Harry said.

'The great Lucius Malfoy, fidgeting because a teenager glared at him,' Severus teased.

'Leave him alone,' Harry said.

'Harry can be very scary,' Dumbledore nodded.

Lucius groaned and burried his face in his arms. Severus and Dumbledore both chuckled as Harry leaned over and ran a hand through Lucius' hair.

'S'okay, love, ignore the mean teachers.'

Lucius purred under Harry's words and touch, making him blush when Severus snickered. Dumbledore was smiling, eyes on his plate, and Harry grinned.

'Shut up,' the Slytherin muttered.

The others laughed.

 

{oOo}

 

They shared a nice lunch, Harry making very dirty noises over his banana cake. He admitted it was his favourite, the icing melting in his mouth. Lucius had to disappear to the bathroom and Severus cackled. Harry showed Dumbledore the books Lucius had let him read and made him buy, leaving Severus alone in the sitting room.

'This book is great,' Harry said, holding up one of Lucius' tomes. 'Lucius had to explain a lot of it to me but once I understood it it was fascinating. And this one is all about the various things that are often made into Dark objects. Once someone cursed an umbrella to stab people whenever they opened it.'

Dumbledore smiled indulgently and let Harry go on about the books. It was good to see the young man smile; Harry hadn't had much to smile about during and after the war.

'How are you, Harry?' the Headmaster asked when Harry stopped talking.

'What do you mean?' Harry said, replacing Lucius' books in the book case.

'You and Lucius are getting along?'

Harry nodded. 'It was a bit weird at first,' he said honestly, 'but we just... fit, you know? Who we used to be doesn't matter, what we did and said to each other in the past doesn't matter. It's like the veela bond has wiped all that away.'

He paused to run his finger over the spines of Lucius' books, a soft smile on his face.

'Lucius sees me for me,' Harry said. 'He doesn't want to hear about the war, or how much I'm worth, or any of the Saviour crap The Daily Prophet keeps going on about. He asks about me; about my childhood, what I like and dislike, how I felt during the war. He just wants to know me...' He trailed off and blushed when he realised he'd been prattling on. 'Um...'

'No need to be embarrassed, Harry,' Dumbledore said. 'Lucius makes you happy, I'm glad.'

'He's... amazing,' Harry said. 'Really amazing.'

'That's good,' Dumbledore said. 'Now, tell me more about that Muggle chocolate you gave me last time; Kick Kats?'

Harry chuckled. 'Kit Kats. I can get Remus to buy some next time he's in Muggle London.'

'Fabulous,' Dumbledore grinned and Harry shook his head.

 

{oOo}

 

Severus was alone in the sitting room when Lucius returned from the bathroom and the blonde looked around for Harry. Not seeing him in the immediate vicinity, Lucius' veela panicked.

'Where's Harry?' Lucius demanded.

'Calm down,' Severus said with an eye roll. 'He's in the study with Albus.'

'Oh,' Lucius said, trying to calm his racing heart.

'You're already smitten,' Severus said.

Lucius sat in the free arm chair and said, 'Can you blame me? Harry's...' He sighed.

'Harry's what?' Severus questioned.

'Beautiful,' Lucius said. 'Intelligent, brave, amazing. He... he's everything I'm not.'

Severus raised an eyebrow, looking at Lucius over his goblet of wine. 'You are also an intelligent man.'

'Not like Harry,' Lucius said. 'He's the Saviour of the wizarding world, Severus. He's good, kind, funny, loving. I'm an ex-Death Eater, someone who couldn't even keep his family together. What can I offer him?'

'Love,' Severus said. 'Protection, understanding. You don't want him for his money or his fame, you've got enough of that.'

'But I'm not good enough for him.'

Severus rolled his eyes. 'Lucius, you were made to be his other half. You can't be more perfect for him. Besides, the brat seems happy.' Lucius scowled and Severus groaned. 'Great, you're going to be even harder to be around.'

'What do you mean?'

'Lucius, you're a prat,' Severus said very matter-of-factly. 'You're a snob, very hard to please, and you always want to get your own way. Yes, we're friends, but you're a bastard.' He smiled. 'And now I have to put up with you scowling and snarling at me every time I tease your little mate.'

Lucius huffed and folded his arms, leaning back. After a minute he said, 'I don't always have to get my own way.'

Severus laughed loudly and Lucius glared at him. Harry and Albus re-entered the sitting room to see Severus chuckling and Lucius scowling.

'What happened?' Harry asked.

'He's teasing me,' Lucius pouted.

Harry grinned. He'd never thought he'd get to see Lucius Malfoy pout, or act loving and worried and just so... adorable. He walked across the room and plopped himself onto Lucius' lap. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and gave him a soft kiss.

'Ignore the bat, he's just upset that you're so gorgeous.'

Lucius blushed and Severus tried to smother his giggles with a cough.

Dumbledore smiled. 'Lucius, there was something I wanted to ask you before I left.'

Lucius shifted Harry so he could look at the Headmaster, the teenager remaining where he was. 'Yes?'

'I was wondering if you would become the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor,' Dumbledore said.

Lucius' mouth fell open and even Harry stared. Severus just sipped his wine, looking around the room. 'What?' Lucius finally asked.

'I can't find anyone to take the job,' Dumbledore said. 'I've told everyone that it's no longer cursed, the curse died with Voldemort. I asked Remus Lupin but he wants to work in the Ministry and help bring about werewolf rights. I asked Sirius Black too and he laughed in my face.' Harry smiled at that. 'He wants to just relax and not be stared at by students. So, Lucius, now I ask you.'

Lucius stared at him. 'You can't be serious.'

Dumbledore raised a grey eyebrow. 'Why would I joke about that?'

'I'm a Death Eater,' Lucius said.

'Ex-Death Eater,' both Harry and Severus corrected.

'Nobody will trust me around their children,' Lucius continued. 'You'll have more holwers then when the parents discovered Lupin was a werewolf. Nobody will trust me to teach the Dark Arts.'

'It's not like you'll be teaching them anything too dark,' Severus said. 'Honestly, Lucius, this is a good opportunity for you.'

'How?' his friend demanded.

'Who else is going to hire you?' Severus said. 'I trust you, so do Harry and Albus, but not many people will. Like you said, people will be sceptical that you've changed, that you defected even though you didn't fight in the Hogwarts Battle. You won't find many job opportunities out there. I know you have money but you'll go crazy sitting around here all day.'

Lucius looked down, thinking about Severus' words. He hated it when the other Slytherin was right. 'Can I think about it?' he finally said.

'Of course,' Dumbledore nodded. 'I need to know in a week, school starts soon.'

Lucius nodded and Dumbledore and Severus stood. 'You know where to find me,' Severus said before saying goodbye to Harry and leaving.

'I think you should take the job,' Harry said.

'Really?' Lucius said.

Harry nodded. 'Severus is right; I doubt you just want to sit around all day.'

'I enjoy having something to do,' Lucius admitted.

'And I'd get to see you every day if you were my teacher,' Harry grinned.

Lucius chuckled. 'You just want to kiss a professor.'

'You've caught me,' Harry said and pressed his lips to Lucius'.

Lucius hummed and smiled when they broke apart. 'Can I think about it?'

'Of course,' Harry said. 'I think you'll be a good teacher.'

'You're acting like I've already accepted the job.'

Harry smirked. 'I know everything.'

Lucius chuckled and tickled Harry. The teenager squealed and jumped to his feet.

'BASTARD!' he shouted when Lucius cornered him in the study. He roared with laughter when Lucius had to take another cold shower. But really it was Harry's fault; the Gryffindor shouldn't moan so much when getting tickled.

 

{oOo}

 

They had another vistor that day, Lucius looking up from his book to see Hermione Granger hugging his mate. He glared at her and the young witch hid behind Harry.

'Lucius, calm down,' Harry said, leading Hermione into the sitting room. He sat beside the blonde, who sniffed the air. He could smell Hermione on Harry, covering up Harry's delicious scent. He pulled the teenager towards him and kissed him quickly, not taking his eyes off Hermione.

'So...' Hermione said, trying not to think about how weird it was seeing Lucius Malfoy kiss her best friend. 'Erm, how are you?'

'Fine,' Harry smiled. 'Getting to know my mate, teasing him.'

Lucius rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

'And how are you, Mr Malfoy?' Hermione asked.

Lucius blinked and looked up at her. Hermione was a pretty witch, her hair finally having been tamed, and she had bright, intelligent eyes. He knew how smart she was, having spent years listening to Draco prattle on and on about how much of a know-it-all she was.

'I'm quite alright.' Harry nudged him and Lucius said, 'What?'

'Be nice,' Harry said.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'What? I haven't tried to attack her or called her anything derogitory.' Harry scowled. 'Not that I would,' Lucius said quickly.

'Damn right you won't,' Harry said. 'I know you were raised to think Muggle-borns were weak, but I won't have you making fun of my best friend. Hermione's accepted us, she's saved my life countless times, and she'll be in my life forever, got it?'

Lucius nodded quickly. 'Of course.'

'Good,' Harry said and leaned back, folding his arms.

Both Harry and Lucius jumped when Hermione giggled. They looked at the teenage witch, who covered her mouth and said, 'I'm sorry.'

'What's so funny?' Harry questioned.

Hermione grinned. 'You two are so cute together.' Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Mr Malfoy, Harry's right; I support this, even though you've been less then pleasent to me over the years. It was in the past and we all make mistakes. I'm willing to work past it if you are.'

Lucius stared at her. Was she serious? She was really willing to overlook the fact that he'd called her a Mudblood, had thought she was below him, had thought she was nothing but scum? Was the Gryffindor really that forgiving?

'She is,' Harry said, having followed Lucius' train of thought. 'Hermione's the best.'

Lucius cleared his throat before looking at Hermione. 'You mean a lot to Harry, who is my world now,' he said slowly. 'I admit that I've made some mistakes in the past, that I judged you based on your blood and not who you were. It will take me time to push old prejeduces aside and accept you for who you are. But... I'm willing to get to know you and be civil, for Harry.'

Hermione smiled. 'I am too, Mr Malfoy.'

'Please, call me Lucius,' the blonde said.

'Call me Hermione,' the witch said and looked at her friend. 'So, you left a right mess when you disappeared the other day.'

Harry groaned. 'What happened?'

'Mrs Weasley and Ginny kept going on and on about Mr- erm, Lucius,' Hermione said. 'I tried to calm them down and so did Bill and Fleur.'

'Bill and Fleur?' Harry asked.

Hermione's cheeks turned pink and she said, 'Don't get mad.'

'Hermione...'

'They know.'

'Hermione!'

'I didn't tell them,' Hermione insisted. 'Fleur knows you're bonded to a veela, she saw the Mark.' Harry reached up to touch the dark bruise as Hermione continued. 'She knows that the only family in Britain to have veela blood is the Malfoys. You got upset when Ginny and Molly badmouthed Lucius. Fleur figured it out and told Bill.'

Harry groaned and fell back. Lucius reached out to thread his fingers through the teenager's hair, knowing it would calm him down. Harry smiled weakly at his mate.

'They said they won't tell anyone, that it's your decision,' Hermione said. 'I'm sorry, Harry.'

'S'fine, not your fault,' Harry said. 'I'm just not looking forward to the blow-ups when I tell them all. I'm not letting them say bad things about Lucius.'

Hermione smiled and Lucius grinned.

'I'm not ashamed,' Harry said quickly to Lucius, 'I'll never be ashamed of you, Lucius. I just know they'll shout.'

'I know,' Lucius said quickly, reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. He stroked the teenager's smooth skin with his thumb. 'But your family will most likely act like Ronald, yes?'

Harry sighed again and Hermione's eyes dropped. 'He's being a prat,' she said. Harry and Lucius looked at her. 'I'm staying at the Burrow while my parents recover in St Mungo's,' she explained, 'and Ron's in a right strop. He keeps muttering about Slytherins and blondes under his breath. Don't worry, he hasn't told the other Weasleys anything, but he's not very pleased, especially after you nearly blew up the kitchen.'

'Why can't he just accept this?' Harry asked, slouching on the sofa. 'Lucius is my choice, I want to be with him. Ron's supposed to be my mate.'

'He'll come around,' Hermione said, trying to calm her friend. 'He's just a bit of a hot-head, you know that, and he told me he's trying to accept it.'

Harry lit up at that.

'He'll pull his head out and realise you're happy.' Hermione paused and bit her lip. 'You are, right?'

'Of course I am,' Harry said and blushed. 'Lucius makes me happy.'

Lucius beamed and wrapped an arm around the teen. Harry's cheeks darkened when Lucius kissed him.

'Gods, you two are way too cute,' Hermione beamed.

'Harry certainly is,' Lucius said.

Hermione found it odd as she sat there, talking to Harry and Lucius about various things. Lucius was polite and asked about her studies, what she wanted to do when she left school. He also asked about her life; her parents, what being a Muggle was like, how her family felt about her being a witch. It was very strange, this nice Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione had fun though. Lucius was charming, witty, intelligent, and gave her tips on house elf rights that she hadn't even thought of. It was clear that the Lucius Malfoy the general public knew wasn't the real man. Though Lucius was still proud, commanding, and cunning, he was also sweet, charming, and nice. He relaxed around Harry, he let his guard down, and it made Hermione grin.

Lucius couldn't stop touching his mate. Every time Harry shifted on the sofa, Lucius would move too. His arm would either wind around Harry's waist or brush his thigh. He took to staring at Harry when the Gryffindor spoke and smiled whenever Harry looked at him. He seemed to be in love with Harry's hair and was constantly touching it, brushing the messy locks from his eyes.

Harry was rubbing off on Lucius, making him relax and act more... human. Lucius too had affected Harry. The teen was more open, smiling and laughing. After the war he'd been a mess; blaming himself for the deaths of Charlie and Percy Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks and so many other students, Order members, and a couple of teachers. He'd been distant, quiet, had barely smiled even around Draco, whom he'd grown really close to.

The boy sitting on the sofa across from Hermione was completely different. He grinned and laughed, joked and teased, and he beamed at Lucius like the Slytherin was the sun, the most precious thing in the world. Hermione supposed that to Harry he was. Lucius was Harry's world now, the most important thing to him (and Draco too, of course). Hermione was just glad that Lucius made Harry happy. Finally, finally, her best friend would have the family he deserved.

Soon Hermione had to go, Ron had already chucked a hissy fit when she'd told him she was visiting Harry. Lucius nodded at her and told her to visit any time. Harry had to walk Hermione to Dumbledore's office, the witch having used his floo to get to Hogwarts. Dumbledore said he'd change the wards so she could floo right into Harry's and Lucius' quarters.

When Harry got back Lucius wrapped his arms around the teenager's waist and Harry kissed him.

'What was that for?' Lucius asked a little breathlessly when they broke apart.

'For being nice to Hermione,' Harry said.

'She's a charming young woman,' Lucius said honestly.

'I know it must be hard for you,' Harry said, 'being nice to her.'

Lucius sighed. 'Harry, my beliefs come from my father. He beat it into my head that mud- erm, Muggle-borns, were bad,' he said. 'I grew up thinking that pure-bloods were better. Obviously I was wrong.'

'It's not too late to change,' Harry said. 'You heard Hermione; she's willing to work past it.'

'You have very forgiving and loyal friends,' Lucius said.

Harry shrugged. 'I love my mates, Ron included.' Lucius scowled. 'What?'

'They're not your mates.'

'Oh,' Harry said. 'Erm, sorry, does me calling Ron a mate annoy you?' When Lucius nodded, Harry hugged him. 'Sorry.'

'I don't want people getting the wrong idea,' Lucius said. 'You're my mate, Harry, no one elses.'

Harry smiled. 'Geez you're possessive.'

'I'm a veela and a Malfoy, what do you expect?' Lucius asked.

Harry kissed him again and walked to the study. Lucius pouted until the teen was back in his lap, snuggled into Lucius' warmth. He opened his book and settled down to read. Lucius beamed and shifted to get comfortable.

 

{oOo}

 

They were in the middle of a make-out session when there was a knock on the portrait. Lucius groaned when Harry pulled back. 'It's probably Severus, he'll go away if we don't answer,' the Slytherin said.

He tried to drag Harry back down but his mate managed to get to his feet. Harry rubbed at his lips and said, 'The sooner I see who it is, the sooner we can go back to kissing.'

Lucius groaned. He was lying on his back on the sofa, hair tangled around his face and shirt untucked. He had a bulge in his trousers that Harry had been wiggling against and Lucius cursed whoever had interupted them.

He jumped when Harry said, 'Draco?'

'Can I come in?' Draco Malfoy asked and Harry nodded. He and Harry stepped into the sitting room, Lucius sitting up quickly. Draco looked from Harry to his father, noting their red and swollen lips. He couldn't help but smirk.

It was quickly wiped off his face, though, when Lucius failed to say anything.

'Erm...' Harry said. 'Drink?'

'I'm fine,' Draco said.

There was more awkward silence, Lucius staring at his son, Draco at the floor, and Harry at everything.

'So...' Harry said. 'Social visit or...?'

'Social,' Draco mumbled and glanced at his father.

Harry stared at Lucius until he had the Slytherin's attention. He raised his eyebrows and nodded at Draco, as if to say, "Well?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Well what?"

"Talk to your son."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"How about, 'I love you'?"

Lucius scoffed and Harry scowled. 'What are you doing?' Draco asked.

'Um, just talking,' Harry said and scratched a hand through his hair.

'Without saying anything?' the Malfoy heir said with a raised eyebrow.

'Um... I guess,' Harry said and blushed. 'Didn't know we could do that.'

'It's part of the bond,' Lucius said softly. 'When we bond completely we'll be able to have whole conversatoins without uttering a word.'

Harry grinned. 'So awesome.' Lucius smiled indulgently before looking at his son.

'Draco...'

'I'm sorry,' Draco butted in. Lucius stared at him. 'I wasn't sure if you'd want me to visit,' Draco continued. 'I mean, you have Harry now and... and you'll end up getting married and having kids...'

'Woah, we just got together, lets leave marriage until after I finish school,' Harry said.

'Draco, what would make you think I wouldn't want you?' Lucius said, ignoring his mate.

'You had me with someone who wasn't your mate,' Draco said softly. 'I just thought maybe-'

'What a stupid, stupid thing to think,' Lucius chided and stood. 'Draco, you're my son, my first born, my heir. I love you no matter who your mother is. I'll always love you.'

Draco looked like a lost, scared little boy, and Harry couldn't help thinking he was adorable. 'Really?' Draco asked.

'Of course.'

'So you're not going to choose Harry over me?' Draco asked.

Lucius crossed the room and pulled his son in for a hug. It looked natural to Harry and he remembered Draco saying that his dad was always affectionate; Lucius was only ever cold in public. He was loving with the people he trusted.

Harry was reminded of that every day.

Lucius pulled Draco close and ran a hand through his hair. 'Silly kit,' he tutted. 'You know I love you.'

Draco burried his face in his dad's chest. Though tall, Draco was still a few inches shorter then his dad and Lucius rested his chin on the younger Malfoy's head.

'How do you feel about this, Draco?' Lucius asked. His son leaned back to look up at him. 'How do you feel about Harry being my mate?'

Draco sighed and Harry headed towards the bedroom but Lucius stopped him.

'No, Harry, you're my mate; Draco's opinion will affect you too.'

'Are you sure you want me to stay?' When Lucius nodded, Harry said, 'Alright.'

Lucius looked back at Draco, who bit his lip. 'I was shocked,' the Slytherin admitted, 'when Harry explained his symptoms to me; I knew for sure he was a veela's mate. I told Granger and she researched it and agreed with me. Then she researched some more and realised what I already knew; the Malfoys are the only family in Britain with veela blood.

'At first Granger thought Harry might be my mate,' Draco said, 'but he still felt ill around me. She's a smart witch and figured out that he must have touched his mate at the Battle of Hogwarts.' He bit his lip again. 'There were only three veelas, or part veelas, at the battle.'

'Draco,' Harry said, 'Fleur, and you.'

'Obviously it wasn't the witch,' Draco said, 'because Harry spent a few days with her during the war and never felt anything for her. And it wasn't me because I wasn't feeling ill and Harry still felt awful around me. So that just left you.'

'That doesn't tell me how you feel about it,' Lucius said.

Draco sighed. 'Yes, it's weird that your mate is someone who's two months younger then me. And yeah, Harry and I haven't always been friends but... we made up before this, before we found out that Harry was your mate.' He looked up at his father carefully. 'You've waited so long for your mate, Father, I don't want to stand in your way. Harry is perfect for you, was made for you, and I just want you to be happy. Are you?'

'Very much,' Lucius said truthfully.

'And you?' Draco asked Harry.

The other teenager nodded. 'I care about your father, Draco, and he makes me happy. I want a family with him.'

Draco smiled. 'And me?'

'Of course,' Harry and Lucius said in unison.

Draco chuckled. 'Well then, who am I to stand in your way? If you're happy then I accept it.' Draco smirked at his dad. 'Besides, Harry's more likely to let me get away with things.'

'Don't count on it,' Harry said.

Draco grinned. 'I'll get you with my Malfoy charm.'

Harry chuckled as Lucius drew his son back in. 'Thank you, Draco,' he murmured. 'Your blessing means the world to me.'

'I'm just glad you finally found him,' Draco said.

Harry couldn't help but coo at the scene. It really was adorable; Lucius and Draco cuddling, Lucius being all sexy and hot and Draco adorable and cute. Lucius and Draco looked at Harry, who was grinning from ear-to-ear.

'Did you just... coo?' Lucius asked.

Harry turned bright red, realising he'd been staring at the two for a good five minutes. 'N-No,' he lied.

Draco grinned. 'Did too.'

'Did not,' Harry mumbled.

'Are we cute?' Lucius asked with a smile.

Harry blushed and Lucius and Draco laughed. 'Shut up!' Harry shouted and stormed into the study. He slammed the door, Lucius and Draco still giggling. 'Bloody Malfoys,' the Gryffindor fumed.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius and Draco managed to talk Harry out of the study and they had lunch together. Rather then sit at the table, they made themselves comfortable in the sitting room.

Lucius and Draco caught each other up; Lucius talking about meeting Hermione, how he felt about Harry, and Dumbledore's offer.

Draco had been staying at Blaise Zabini's, pretty much hiding from the reporters who wanted to interview him about his dad. He was in touch with Narcissa, exchanging letters weekly. She was somewhere in France, lying low and just living life.

'I'm glad she's happy,' Lucius said. 'She deserves it.'

'You look pretty happy too,' Draco grinned.

Harry and Lucius were snuggled together, Lucius sipping from a wine goblet and Harry munching on cookies. The teenager was curled into Lucius, the Slytherin's right arm wrapped around him.

Harry blushed and Lucius said, 'We weren't this comfortable at first but we're getting better. I'm happy.'

'Me too,' Harry grinned.

'Just don't make out in front of me,' Draco said.

Harry chuckled and Lucius said, 'We'll do what we want, where we want.'

'Yuck,' Draco poked his tongue out. 'Please, don't scar me for life.'

Harry leaned up and pecked Lucius on the lips. 'Stop teasing him.'

Lucius rolled his eyes but pulled Harry closer. Draco grinned at the sight. He'd never seen his father this happy, not even with Narcissa. He was happy, safe, and looked at Harry like he was the world. Harry was constantly grinning back and making sure they had physical contact.

Like Hermione, Draco thought it was about time. Lucius had waited years, decades, for his mate, and Harry had been through so much in his short life. They both deserved peace and love and a family. Draco was glad to be a part of that. He'd been worried that Lucius would dump him for Harry and they'd have their own kids, forgetting about him.

But Lucius' words, and Harry's too, had calmed the Malfoy heir down. His dad wouldn't leave him, Harry either. They were a family, a proper one, and it made Draco grin.

'Can I stay here the week before school starts?' Draco asked suddenly. Harry and Lucius were kissing and broke apart to look at him. 'I know you probably want time alone but... I just want to spend some time with you both before school starts.'

He looked like a little kid again and Harry jumped to his feet. 'Of course, Draco!' he said and pulled the Slytherin in for a hug. 'We'll team up on your dad and tease him.'

'Excuse me?' Lucius said.

Harry grinned at him, one arm thrown around Draco. He noticed that Lucius didn't seem to mind when he touched Draco. 'You've been getting your own way too long, Mr Malfoy. It's time you were taken down a peg or two.'

Lucius scowled. 'So you two are going to gang up on me?'

Harry and Draco both nodded.

'Kill me now,' Lucius groaned.

Harry giggled.

 

{oOo}

 

After promising that he was eating healthy, not being picked on, happy, and in excellent health, Draco left. Harry had fussed over him like a mother, making sure Draco had money and food and was wrapped up before leaving. Lucius just smirked and watched his son roll his eyes and insist he was fine. But Draco was smiling the entire time, enjoying the attention.

Harry sat back on the sofa and wrapped himself around Lucius. 'Draco doesn't need you to mother him.'

Harry blushed. 'I'm not mothering him.'

'Yes you are,' Lucius teased.

'Shut up,' Harry muttered and buried his face in Lucius' chest.

Lucius smiled and wrapped his arms around the teenager, pulling him in closer.

'Mm,' Harry murmured, closing his eyes and sliding his arms around Lucius' waist. 'Favourite spot ever,' he muttered.

Lucius chuckled and brushed a hand through the Gryffindor's hair. 'It's becoming my favourite too,' he said.

'Good,' Harry yawned.

'Tired?' Lucius asked and his mate nodded. It had been a long day, what with Severus and Albus visiting, then Hermione, and later Draco.

Suddenly Harry found himself being lifted and gasped, throwing his arms around Lucius' neck as he was carried to the bedroom.

'Lucius!' he squealed.

'Yes?' Lucius asked.

'Put me down!' Harry demanded.

'No, I don't think I will.'

'Lucius!' Harry shouted. 'Damn it, stop carrying me around!'

He shouted again when he was thrown onto the bed and glared at Lucius when he'd stopped bouncing.

'What? I thought you wanted to be put down,' Lucius teased.

Harry's scowl was wiped away and Lucius climbed atop him, pressing their bodies together. Harry groaned and threaded his fingers through Lucius' hair, tugging him down so they could kiss.

'I do believe Draco interupted us earlier,' Lucius breathed, pressing soft kisses to Harry's jaw.

Harry groaned and pulled him closer, arms wrapped around Lucius' neck. He'd never tire of Lucius' lips, his breath, the way his body pressed against Harry's own. Lucius was the best kisser Harry had ever met and he never, ever wanted to stop. Kissing Lucius was so very addictive; it was delicious and made his heart swell, his head feel fuzzy, and his crotch feel heated.

Eventually Lucius had to pull back and shift away, breathing heavily to calm his aching groin. Harry stared at the canopy above their bed, trying to collect himself.

'Why'd you stop?' Harry asked, thinking back to the very nice time he and Lucius had had before Harry went to the Weasleys.

'If I didn't I'd go too far,' Lucius said. 'I can't control myself all the time, Harry.'

'Sorry,' Harry said.

'It's not your fault my body won't listen to me,' Lucius said.

'My body won't listen either,' Harry said.

'You're a teenager,' Lucius pointed out, 'you have an excuse.'

Harry grinned and nudged Lucius with his foot. 'So what's your excuse, Mr Malfoy?'

'Shut up.'

Harry giggled.

Chapter 9: Family Time

After much berating from Harry and Draco, Lucius accepted the DADA position. Harry was overjoyed to have his mate teach his favourite subject. Draco wondered if maybe this year he could beat Harry Potter at Defence Against the Dark Arts.

The way Lucius looked at Harry told him that was still just a dream.

It was a bit hard for Lucius and Harry to get used to having Draco around. The Malfoy heir had turned up two Sundays before Hogwarts started to find his father and Harry locked in a passionatre embrace on the sofa. Thankfully they had their clothes on but Draco could still feel their passion.

It was the first of many, many times that Draco would be scared by his father and... whatever Harry was. Draco had been put into the guest room two doors down from Harry's and Lucius' room. Thankfully that meant he couldn't hear all the noises they made when they went for a three-hour long make out session before bed.

Draco learned to knock on the study door before going in. It really had looked like Lucius was going to strip his mate and have his way right there on the desk.

He learned to listen carefully before entering the sitting room. If he heard talking, Harry and Lucius were sitting close. If he heard moans, they were touching each other inappropriately. If he heard nothing they were either passed out together cuddling or not in the room.

The worst part was eating. Draco used to love food. He loved toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast (not at Malfoy Manor, Lucius refused to have them anywhere near him), salad sandwiches for lunch (Draco loved pickles too), and roat chicken or beef for dinner with cooked vegetables, gravy... yes, Draco loved food.

He didn't love it anymore. His father and Harry were... cute/disgusting. Breakfast was usually toast, waffles, yogurt, or muesli. Trying to eat while your dad was staring at his mate, who managed to drip honey and milk down his chin, was impossible. Especially when said parent leaned forward to lick it off.

Lunch was easier, Harry usually ate sandwiches or crisps. That didn't stop Lucius from staring at the Gryffindor when he licked his fingers clean.

Draco could handle dinner. They ate in the sitting room just talking or reading, Harry snuggled into Lucius' side, Draco either on the floor grinning at them or in the armchair rolling his eyes. At dinner Lucius and Harry both managed to control themselves and only touch seven or eight times every five minutes.

It wasn't that Draco hated how affectionate they were, he actually liked that they'd grown so comfortable with each other in only a few weeks. He could also feel how much they cared about each other, and about him.

While they weren't bonded completely, Draco's veela hadn't yet recognised Harry completely as his other parent. His veela knew who Harry was, trusted him, and wanted his attention, but the bond wasn't complete.

Draco could only just feel his father's and Harry's emotions, like very thin rubber bands wrapped around his heart. It was only when they were very emotional that he felt anything properly.

Unfortunately that was usually when they were rubbing against each other.

Harry's mothering didn't start out slowly. He would wake Draco up, usually taking the blonde's blanket when he refused to get out from under it, before making him sit at the table. What followed was five minutes of Harry asking what Draco wanted for breakfast, was he sure that was what he wanted, no, chocolate wasn't breakfast, Draco could not have ice-cream for breakfast, Draco had to eat what Harry put on his plate.

Harry seemed to think that Draco was three people. While he ate as much as any eighteen-year-old boy, Harry seemed to want him to weigh another forty stone. If they had pancakes, Harry would slip eight or nine onto Draco's plate. Toast was usually seven pieces, muesli two bowls, and scrambled eggs (when Lucius slept in) was a massive plate with diced bacon, tomatoes, mushroons, and peppers. He tried to disuade Draco from drinking coffee because it was bad for you (even though Harry drank three cups a morning) and pushed juice, milk, or pumpkin juice on him.

During breakfast, Harry would ask about Draco's day; where was he going, what was he doing, who with, had he done his homework, did he have a jacket, was he getting enough sleep, did he fancy anyone...

On and on it went, Harry was like a new, over-protective mother. Somehow it wasn't annoying; Draco loved it. He loved that Harry cared about where he went, what he did, and wanted him to be happy and healthy. Lucius would just watch with a grin on his face, like he was having the time of his life.

And he was, really. His mate and kit were getting along, were happy and healthy... Lucius was the luckiest man in the world.

Until Draco complained about their kissing.

And Harry shouted that Draco should be grounded for stealing his favourite shirt.

And then Harry and Draco would demand that Lucius fix everything and whoever he picked, the other would be angry/teary/pouty/annoyed.

Then Lucius just hid.

 

{oOo}

 

'Harry, we should go play some Quidditch.'

'Yes!'

'No,' Lucius said.

'Why not?' Harry demanded.

'Too dangerous.'

Harry scoffed. 'It is not.' When Lucius raised an eyebrow, Harry said, 'Okay, yeah, it's dangerous. But so's magic, and walking down the street, and everything really. I could fall over and break my neck in the shower.'

Lucius dropped his fork and glared at Harry. 'Don't you ever say that again or I'll follow you to the bathroom every day.'

Harry grinned. 'Really?'

Draco groaned and said, 'Please, stop.'

With a smile, Harry turned back to Draco. 'We'll go down at ten, yeah? We can pack a lunch and fly around; play seeker-on-seeker, chaser-on-chaser.'

'Dad can be keeper,' Draco said.

'Absolutely not,' Lucius shook his head. He went back to reading The Quibbler Cola had delivered ten minutes earlier and stirring his coffee. Like Harry, and now Draco, Lucius refused to read The Daily Prophet. They had written too many lies about his mate and he couldn't look at the paper without wanting to rip it apart.

'Ah, come on, Dad,' Draco whined. 'You were keeper in school.'

Harry looked at his mate. 'You were?'

Lucius nodded. 'In my second year the Slytherin keeper was hit by a bludger; broke his spine.' Harry looked horrified. 'They fixed him, of course, but he couldn't play Quidditch for three years. He was already in his fifth year so they had to find a replacement keeper. Professor Slughorn suggested me to the captain, I tried out, I was on the team until I finished school.'

'Were you any good?' Harry asked.

With a raised eyebrow, Lucius regarded his mate over his magazine. 'Of course,' he said with that superior Malfoy voice.

Harry chuckled. 'Well there you go, you can be our keeper.'

'No.'

'Why not?' Harry whined.

'I don't play Quidditch any more, I watch,' Lucius said. 'I'm too old to go flying around on a broomstick.'

'Are not, you're very fit,' Harry said, eyes sweeping over the Slytherin. Draco groaned but Harry ignored him. 'Please, Lucius?' He batted his eyelashes, pushed his bottom lip out, and poked at his toast. 'I love Quidditch, so does Kit... why wouldn't you want to join us?'

Lucius lasted all of ten seconds. He dropped The Quibbler, leaned over the table, and pulled Harry in by the hair. The teenager gasped as his mouth was plundered, elbow landing on his plate as Lucius sucked on his tongue. All Harry could do was hold on for dear life and remember how to breathe.

When they broke apart, Draco was shaking his head and Lucius growled, 'Damn you.'

'So you'll do it?' Harry said, emerald eyes bright.

'Yes,' Lucius scowled and fell back to sit. 'But I won't be happy about it.'

'Doesn't matter, as long as you're there,' Harry grinned and grabbed a fresh piece of toast. 'Thank you, love.'

Lucius huffed and Draco chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry carried his Firebolt, Draco his Numbus 2001 and a spare for Lucius, and Lucius the basket with their lunch. Draco demanded to know where Harry got the Firebolt from, only having seen it during their Quidditch matches.

'My godfather bought it for me,' Harry explained. 'He said it was his fault my Nimbus got destroyed; he was watching me play, I thought he was the Grim, and I didn't see the Dementors in time so... yeah.'

He then had to explain why he'd thought Sirius was the Grim, why Sirius was watching him play, and just how the hell an escaped convict had bought a thousand-galleon broomstick.

By the time Harry was done they'd reached the Quidditch Stadium. Madam Hooch was there, pointing her wand at various seats and banners to fix them in time for the school year.

'Misters Malfoy, Potter,' she nodded. Like the rest of the staff, Madam Hooch had been told about Harry's and Lucius' bond. The only way they'd accept Lucius onto the teaching staff was to know without a doubt that he was a changed man.

'Madam Hooch,' Lucius greeted the woman. 'Is it okay if these two play some one-on-one Quidditch?'

'Not at all,' Hooch said. 'As long as they don't destroy anything...' She didn't say she'd do anything bad but the threat was there. Both Harry and Draco promised not to wreck anything.

Harry and Draco were going to play seeker-on-seeker first so Lucius spread out the blanket he'd brought and sat back with a book. Harry mounted his Firebolt as Draco released the snitch Madam Hooch had given them. They watched it zip out across the pitch before Draco clambered onto his Nimbus 2001.

'Best seeker wins,' Draco said.

'Prepare to lose then,' Harry said and, not waiting for Draco, took off.

It was glorious being back in the air and Harry grinned as he flew around the pitch, doing two laps as Draco flew up and down, practicing his dives and re-familiarising himself with his broom. It took Harry a minute to get comfortable again, as a natural flier he would always feel at home on a broom. Draco needed more practice but had enough talent to prove a real challange for Harry.

They dove and raced, bashing into each other as they searched for the snitch. Lucius watched from the ground, book forgotton as his eyes followed Harry and Draco. He'd always been proud that his son could preform well on a broom. Not as naturally talented as Harry or his father, Draco had always worked hard to keep himself on the Slytherin team, even though Lucius had bought his way in.

Lucius watched with great pride as his son looped around Harry, leaving the Gryffindor cursing as his glasses nearly slipped off his nose. Lucius didn't feel the same way watching Harry as he did Draco. Harry was all natural; he was light, speedy, gripping his Firebolt as lightly as he could and using the broom like it was another part of his body. He looked better on a broom then off one, was so gracefull that Lucius felt heat pool in his lower body. He tried, and failed, to push it away as he watched Harry zip between the hoops.

It was on when Draco spotted the snitch hovering over the Hufflepuff part of the stands. Harry was at the other end of the pitch and Draco tore towards the little golden ball, eyes fixed on it while his brain registered Harry speeding towards him. With Harry's faster broom, he caught up with Draco just as the Malfoy heir reached for the snitch. A hand tugged on the end of his broom and Draco lost balance, almost slamming into the stands but cartwheeling away at the last second.

The snitch had disappeared and Draco shouted at Harry. Harry just grinned and went back on the hunt.

Lucius sipped the watermelon juice he'd brought as Harry and Draco continued to push and shove each other, one always stopping the other from catching the golden ball at the last second. Finally, after fifteen minutes in the air, Harry had it.

The snitch had zipped and buzzed around the golden posts closest to Lucius and the Malfoy patriarch watched Harry and Draco fly head first at them. His heart skipped a beat the closer they got, sure they were going to crash right into the hoops.

Draco pulled up, flying over the top, but Harry kept going. Lucius jumped to his feet just as Harry got his right hand around the ball, his left pulling the broom to the right. He pulled out of the dive just in time, tumbling through the air and towards the ground. His knees readjusting the broom, Harry grinned and pumped his fist into the air. Draco swore at him as they flew back to Lucius.

'I nearly had a heart attack,' Lucius growled as his mate and son landed.

'Why?' Harry asked innocently.

'You waited far too long to pull out of that dive,' Lucius said. 'What if you'd crashed?'

'Harry would never crash,' Draco scoffed. 'He does that all the time, Dad.' Lucius looked at his mate.

'It's true,' Harry shrugged. 'I can dive closer to the ground or stands then anyone else at Hogwarts. I don't see why everyone makes a big deal of it, it's easy. As long as you've got a metre before you hit whatever you're flying at you can use your body to pull out of the dive.'

Lucius shook his head and tugged Harry close, kissing the boy on the lips. 'Please don't make it a habit.'

'Too late,' Harry grinned.

With a sigh, Lucius kissed Harry again before pulling away. 'Draco, well done.'

'I lost,' Draco said.

'Winning isn't everything,' Lucius said. Draco stared at his dad like he'd grown an extra head. 'You played well and were cunning,' Lucius continued. 'Harry is a very good player, Draco, and he has a superior broom. You almost caught the snitch four times from him; I'd say that's well done.'

Draco beamed and Harry could feel the pride and happiness coming off the Slytherin. He brushed a hand through Draco's hair, messing it up, and laughed when the blonde scowled at him.

'Seeker-on-seeker again?' Harry asked. When Draco looked like he was going to say no, Harry added, 'You can use my Firebolt.'

Draco's eyes lit up and he grabbed the broom. Harry released the snitch and they watched it buzz sluggishly around their heads before it got its act together and darted off. Draco immediately took off, zooming around and laughing loudly at the fast broom he was riding.

Smiling at Lucius, Harry climbed onto Draco's Nimbus and took off after his kit.

The Nimbus 2001 was much slower then Harry's Firebolt but it was still a decent broom. Draco took care of it; the tail was clipped, the handle polished, and it handled like a new broom. Harry did a few laps to get used to it before he saw Draco screaming towards him.

Realising the Slytherin had seen the snitch, Harry whipped around. A flash of gold caught his eye and his right arm swung out, forearm brushing something cold.

Rolling upside down, Harry clung to his broom as the snitch hovered over him. He reached up and snatched it from the air, Draco narrowly missing colliding with the Gryffindor.
Draco was swearing far worse then before as he and Harry joined Lucius on the ground.

'Very good,' Lucius said, smiling at them both.

'Bloody Potter,' Draco scowled.

Harry smiled. 'Sorry, Dray.'

With a sigh, Draco shrugged and said, 'Can I have a few more minutes on your Firebolt?'

''Course,' Harry nodded.

Draco shot into the air to work off his anger as Harry joined Lucius on the blanket. He stuck the snitch into the case and closed it.

'You're very talented,' Lucius mused, 'I noticed your second year.'

'Pervert.'

Lucius clicked his tongue. 'I wasn't looking at you in a sexual manner.'

'Sure, sure,' Harry said.

'Bloody Potter,' Lucius grumbled.

Harry grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

It took Harry and Draco half-an-hour to talk Lucius into joining them. Finally the Malfoy patriarch agreed (after whining from his son and kisses from his mate) and mounted the spare Nimbus 2000 Draco had brought down.

Lucius looked magnificant on a broom and Harry's teenage hormones went highwire. He stayed rooted to the ground, gripping his Firebolt tightly, as Lucius did a few laps to get used to the broom. He'd tied his hair back and the ponytail flipped behind him, the sun making his hair look golden. He was much more natural on a broom then Draco, not as much as Harry, but he was definitely skilled.

After ten minutes of flying around, Lucius headed for his son and mate. 'So, how are we doing this?'

Harry was at a loss for words, just drinking in the sight of Lucius sitting on a broom. Draco rolled his eyes before saying, 'Father, guard these hoops. Harry and I will start at the other and and try to score goals. When someone scores we go back to the other end and the person who scored gets the Quaffle, sound good?'

Harry nodded vaguely, eyes running over Lucius' arse.

'Potter!' Draco shouted.

'What?' Harry asked, turning to look at him.

'Focus on the game, not my father's arse,' Draco scowled.

Harry blushed and said, 'Shut up,' before zooming to the other end.

'Can you blame him?' Lucius asked.

Draco shook his head and followed Harry.

 

{oOo}

 

They played for an hour, Lucius proving to be a very good keeper. Harry and Draco didn't score for the first half-an-hour, Lucius using his arms, legs, and broom to keep the Quaffle out. Draco would shout, Harry would admire Lucius' body, and Lucius would smirk.

After thirty minutes Lucius grew bored and decided to have some fun of his own. Every time Draco had the Quaffle, Lucius would purposely fly between him and Harry. Draco would score and cheer until he turned to see his father and Harry kissing and trying to drag each other off their brooms.

It annoyed Draco to no end but Harry seemed to enjoy it. The next half hour, Draco scored forty times, not that Lucius and Harry noticed. Finally Draco flew back to their lunch and put the Quaffle away. It took Harry and Lucius ten minutes to realise Draco was gone.

Finally prying apart, Lucius and Harry flew back to their kit. Harry apologised, Lucius smirked, and Draco scowled. They ate sandwiches, chips covered in gravy, and sipped Muggle sodas Remus Lupin had sent Harry. Lucius and Draco fell in love with the Kit Kats Remus had also sent and Harry laughed.

Once done, they lounged on the blanket, Draco closing his eyes for a snooze. Lucius read the novel he'd brought and Harry flicked through the newest issue of Quidditch Weekly.

'Dray, have you seen the new Firebolt?'

Draco was immediately up, scrambling across his dad to get to Harry. Lucius cursed as he was elbowed in the stomach but Draco didn't move, legs across his father's own and chest resting on Harry's.

'Give me, give me, give me!'

Harry smiled and showed Draco the new Firebolt Two. It was apparently faster and easier to manage then the older one and Draco's mouth watered. He turned to his dad and demanded one immediately.

'Draco, this thing'll cost a fortune,' Harry said.

'So?'

'Well... you can't just buy everything you want just because you have the money,' Harry said. 'You should prioritise; you have a perfectly good Nimbus 2001, why do you need another broom?'

'This one's better,' Draco said, pointing at the glossy moving picture.

'You've got a broom,' Harry said. 'Haven't you ever, you know, not bought something just because you want it?' Both Malfoys raised blonde eyebrows and Harry said, 'Seriously, you just by whatever you want?'

'We're the richest wizarding family in Britain, Harry,' Lucius said.

'So?'

'So... we buy what we want, when we want,' Lucius said.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Well you shouldn't.'

Draco didn't understand. Luckily his father did and explained that Harry had gone years without getting anything. The Dursleys had showered Dudley with gifts while Harry only got hand-me-downs or broken toys. To Harry, buying a lot of stuff made you a bully. Yes, Harry bought what he really, really wanted all the time, but it was only ever books and clothes, stuff he needed. He wasn't going to buy a Firebolt Two just because it was the newest one out; he had a perfectly fine broom.

Draco still demanded one, said his father had missed his birthday (Lucius pointed out it wasn't his fault, he'd been in prison after all). Draco was close to throwing a fit when Lucius said, 'No!'

Not wanting to ruin their day by moping, Draco let the subject drop. He grabbed Harry's Firebolt and sped into the air.

'He needs to learn he can't always have everything,' Harry said softly. 'One day he might not have money, or there might be something he really wants that would be better to work for. He won't get anywhere in life if you spoil him rotten, Lucius. He's an adult.'

Lucius said, 'I know, Harry, but I'm weak when it comes to my son.'

Harry smiled. 'I'm not.'

Lucius drew his mate in and kissed him softly.

Chapter 10: First Date

The last days of the holidays came too quickly for Harry and Lucius. Draco didn't seem to mind, he was looking forward to seeing his friends; Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, and Theo Nott. Harry was in a right strop; kicking thigs, refusing to eat, and stalking Lucius everywhere he went.

Draco couldn't blame Harry or his dad. They'd spent the last four weeks alone together, finally connecting after years of not knowing who they truly were. Their bond was stronger then it had been but was still fragile. To be apart, to hide their relationship from Hogwarts and the world... it was going to be torture.

Two days before Hogwarts started again, Lucius and Harry made another trip to Diagon Alley. Dumbledore said Shaklebolt had given the okay and Lucius was allowed to have a new wand.

Lucius was like a little boy on Christmas; bouncing around, grinning, grabbing Harry and kissing him... okay, little boy's didn't do that. The point was, the man was bloody excited and Harry had to take care of him.

Lucius let Harry finish most of his breakfast before dragging the poor teenager out. Draco waved with a grin on his face, more then happy to sit in their quarters and enjoy a relaxing day.

Harry and Lucius flooed directly into Ollivander's Wand shop. The man had opened his floo for only two hours per Harry's request. Most of the population would have a heart attack if they saw Lucius walking into a wand shop. Best leave that surprise until September 1st.

Ollivander wasn't as healthy as he had been and some said he was considering retirement. He'd been tortured over and over again by Voldemort at Malfoy Manor and the wand-maker flinched every time he said Lucius' name.

Lucius apologised a fair few times but eventually gave up and just tried not to provoke the man. The Slytherin was shown about thirty or forty wands, each threatening to blast boxes off the walls because they didn't like him. Lucius scowled when one burned his fingers and rolled across the floor, Harry having to pick it up and place it back in the box.

Eventually Lucius found a new one, one that he said felt better then his first. It was 12 1/2 inches, made of Yew, with a dragon hearstring core like his first wand. Ollivander said it was surprisingly swishy (Harry had no idea what that meant) and it seemed to fit Lucius perfectly.

It was almost six inches shorter then his first wand and curved, with a small nub of wood sticking out just above the handle. Lucius flexed his fingers around it, eyes looking wide and so innocent.

'Thank you, Mr Ollivander,' Lucius said as Harry paid (Kingsley still hadn't let Lucius have access to his vaults).

Ollivander nodded and looked Lucius over. 'Do that wand justice, Mr Malfoy,' he said softly. 'You failed your last one.'

Lucius thanked the man again before he and Harry flooed back to Hogwarts.

The Slytherin spent the afternoon flicking his wand at everything in bloody sight. He was like a teenage boy who'd recently turned seventeen and could finally use magic outside of school. He used it to serve dinner, to retrieve his book, to undress and put his pyjamas on.

'Don't get lazy,' Harry tisked.

Lucius smiled and fingered his wand again before placing it on the bedside table. He turned and Harry cuddled into him, sighing happily when Lucius' arms wrapped around him.

'Harry?' Lucius asked suddenly.

'Mm?'

'Would you like to go on that date with me tomorrow?'

Harry blinked back sleep and shuffled back. Lucius loosened his hold so Harry could look up at him. 'Really?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'I don't count our trip to Diagon Alley or Muggle London as dates. Nor the Quidditch with Draco. I want to take you on a proper date with a romantic dinner and a kiss at the end.'

Harry grinned. 'Sounds perfect.'

'Any suggestions for where we could go?'

Harry frowned then. 'Um... dunno.'

'I know a lot of upscale restaurants, unfortunately most patrons will look down on the Saviour dining with a Death Eater.'

'I don't care what they think,' Harry said.

Lucius leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. 'I know, little one, but we've agreed to keep this hidden for the moment.'

Harry sighed. 'I know, I know.' He paused to think it over before saying, 'Muggle London?' Before Lucius could protest, he continued. 'We'd be anonymous in Muggle London, I know the area a little bit, and you enjoyed it last time, don't deny it.'

'I enjoyed the teenager getting undressed in front of me.'

'Well I'll be there,' Harry grinned. 'And who knows, maybe I'll go skinny dipping in the Thames.'

Lucius chuckled and kised Harry properly. 'Sounds perfect, my love.'

'Mm,' Harry nodded. 'Sleep time now.'

Lucius smiled.

{oOo}

Harry and Lucius dressed seperately, Lucius stating that a proper date meant that he would pick Harry up. Harry was standing in their bedroom staring into the wardrobe, trying to figure out what to wear. Draco was lounging on the bed watching, smiling every time Harry threw a shirt aside.

'Father won't care what you're wearing,' Draco said when Harry tossed another shirt aside. 'He's, you know, in love with you.'

'That's not the point, Draco.'

'Go naked, he'd love that,' Draco said.

Harry scowled at his kit and grabbed at his hair, frustrated. With an eye roll, Draco slid off the bed with Malfoy grace and approached. He disappeared into the wardrobe and came back with an outfit in about five minutes.

Harry slipped into the dark green button-up shirt, doing the buttons and cuffs up before pulling on the jet-black jeans. He added a brand new pair of black trainers he'd bought as well as the vest Draco had handed him. It was black and made from magically woven cotton courtesy of Madam Malkin. It had emerald green pinstripes that went well with the shirt as well as Harry's eyes.

'How'd you do that?' Harry asked.

'Do what?' Draco said.

'Put together an outfit in five minutes when I've been standing here half-an-hour trying to rip my hair out.'

Draco smiled. 'I'm a Malfoy.'

Harry supposed that was answer enough; Lucius had impeccible taste and was always dressed well, Narcissa too. It seemed to have rubbed off on Draco, who looked Harry over.

Draco frowned at the shorter teen and reached up, brushing his fingers through his messy black hair. 'Doesn it-'

'No, it doesn't lie flat, no matter what I do,' Harry said.

'Have you tried magic?'

'I'd rather keep my hair, thanks,' Harry said. He went into the bathroom to make sure his face looked good. After a quick wipe and moisturise (Lucius had turned him into a beauty products lover), Harry came back out. 'Well?' he said nervously.

Draco grinned. Harry looked gorgeous, even though Draco felt no sexual attraction to him whatsoever. He could see the appeal though. The jeans were tight fitting and showed off Harry's slim hips and muscled thighs. The shirt was untucked, the vest open, and his flat stomach and toned chest were visible.

After undoing the top three buttons of Harry's shirt, Draco said, 'And now one more thing.' He went over to his father's dresser and hunted around for a minute before coming back.

'Father loves this cologne but it doesn't suit him,' Draco explained as he gave Harry a quick spritz. 'He'll love it on you.'

'Thanks, Draco,' Harry said and went to hug the blonde.

'No, no, Father will want to smell you tonight,' Draco said. 'He doesn't want my scent masking yours.'

Harry blushed and fiddled with his cuffs one last time before checking his pocket watch. 'Well... better go.'

Draco grinned again and followed Harry from the room. Lucius was waiting in the sitting room and Harry's mouth fell open.

The man, who always seemed taller then he was, looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing fitting black trousers and highly polished leather shoes with a deep blue button-up shirt that brought out the colour in his eyes. A jet black tie was done up perfectly and, like Harry, he'd forgone a suit-jacket jacket in favour of a vest. It was as black as his tie and trousers, making the colour of his shirt and eyes stand out. His hair was done back with a deep blue ribbon, leaving his smooth face clear.

Harry stood rooted to the spot, staring (well, leering) at the man who had been bonded to him for life. He couldn't believe someone so handsome existed. Lucius was like an angel, or a demon dressed as an angel. Perfect blonde hair, chissled features, beautiful clothing...

'Harry?' Draco whispered. The teenager jumped as a coat was pressed into his hands. 'In case it gets cold.'

'Th-Thank you... erm...'

'Draco,' the blonde reminded him.

'Mm,' Harry nodded, not really listening.

Lucius wasn't doing any better; Harry looked extremely delicious in those clothes and Lucius wanted to rip them off. The sexual tension was mounting and making Draco uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and both men snapped back to themselves.

'My apologies,' Lucius said and held his arm out. 'Mr Potter, you look ravishing.'

Harry blushed and took his arm. 'Thank you,' he mumbled. 'You look... wow.'

Lucius beamed and led Harry out, Draco shaking his head behind them.

'Idiots, honestly,' the young veela muttered as he went to check he'd packed everything for tomorrow.

{oOo}

Lucius escorted Harry out and across the grounds, the two running into Hagrid again. Hagrid smiled at them; it was obvious they were going on a date.

'Yer scrub up good, 'Arry,' the man commented.

Lucius frowned but didn't want to ruin the night by getting jealous. He pasted a smile on his face, asked how Hagrid was, and then tugged his partner along.

'Jealous,' Harry commented.

'Pardon?'

'You were jealous.'

'I was not.'

Harry grinned. 'Don't pout, Lucius.'

'I'm not pouting.'

'Are too.'

'Harry, this is a date, please stop teasing me.'

'Then stop pouting.'

'I'm not pouting!'

Harry was silent before whispering, 'Yeah you are.'

Lucius huffed and Harry chuckled. Lucius was still pouting.

{oOo}

They appeared in a small alleyway near the expensive clothing store Lucius had taken Harry to just after six pm. They looked around to make sure they hadn't been seen before setting off.

It was a warm night and Lucius carried both their coats as he led Harry through the city. Neither had any idea where they were going, they couldn't exactly walk into the posh restaraunts Lucius usually frequented. They settled for just walking, talking, and looking; enjoying each other's company and the city around them.

The couple passed a few small restaurants but none of them seemed to pull them in. It wasn't until they passed a small sushi bar that Harry jumped up and down.

'I've always wanted to try sushi!'

Lucius looked down at him. 'You've never had sushi?' When Harry shook his head, his partner dragged him inside. Unfortunately Lucius' veela didn't like that particular sushi place and they left empty handed. When Harry asked why they couldn't eat there, Lucius wrinkled his nose and said, 'If you and your veela were closer, you wouldn't eat there either.'

'Is this like a scent thing?' Harry questioned. 'Like, you could smell that the sushi was bad?' Lucius nodded and Harry said, 'That's so cool.'

Lucius smiled as he led Harry along. 'How about we find another place, hmm?'

They found another small restaurant and Harry got a bit of everything. He and Lucius went to sit on a low brick wall near a bank, watching the Muggles walk past as they ate.

Harry didn't know the proper names for the sushi, only that some had chicken, others beef, a couple were vegetables, and a few more tuna. Lucius stuck to the chicken ones, pouring soy sauce all over them. He seemed to love soy sauce and used three on one roll.

Harry sniffed his chicken roll before taking a hesitant bite. It was strange, but nice, the rice balancing the strong taste of seaweed well, and the other ingredients blending together nicely. He tried the soy sauce and nearly choked, Lucius laughing as he patted his back.

'No need to drown your sushi with sauce, Harry.'

'You do.'

Lucius smiled. 'I enjoy it. This is your first time trying it; take it slow.'

Harry did and found he enjoyed the sushi a lot more. He ate a few rolls before Lucius shrank the rest and placed a statis charm on them to keep them fresh. He slid them into his trouser pockets and stood. Harry took his arm with a smile and they headed off again.

Harry bought a can of Coke from a small cafe, Lucius a coffe, and they sipped their drinks as they walked. Harry told Lucius all about the very few times he'd been to London; once when he needed to see a doctor, the time he'd had to go to the Ministry for his hearing (Lucius remembered teasing Harry after the graveyard incident and apologised), the time he, Ron and Hermione had been on the run from Death Eaters (Lucius apologised again), and once for Dudley's eighth birthday when the Dursleys couldn't dump him anywhere.

'There was a jumping castle, I thought it was really cool,' Harry said.

'Harry, what's a jumping castle?' Lucius asked.

Harry grinned. 'It's like... a big thing made out of material, I think it's nylon, and filled with air. They're usually in the shapes of castles, hence the name. You can bounce on it, it's fun when you're a kid.' He paused. 'Actually, it'd probably be fun now.'

'Material that bounces?' Lucius clarified.

'Well, imagine a pillow filled with air. If it was all closed up, and air was continiously blown into it, it would stay inflated. You could bounce on it all day.'

Lucius was staring at him oddly and Harry rolled his eyes.

'Never mind. My point is, I had fun on the jumping castle until Dudley threw me off it. Broke my glasses clean in half and nearly my arm too.' He raised his left arm as he said, 'Small fracture, I had to wear a cast for two months.'

Lucius scowled and Harry felt anger radiating off his mate. He stopped walking and pulled Lucius down for a soft kiss.

'It was years ago, Lucius.'

'It still annoys me,' Lucius growled. 'How could your aunt and uncle just let your cousin treat you like that?'

Harry sighed. 'Dudley only did it because his parents encouraged him. When I left Privet Drive, Dudley didn't want me to leave. He's written me a letter saying sorry and that he wants to be in my life.'

'Why would you want that?'

'He's my cousin, Lucius, the only blood relative I have left besides his parents. If Dudley wants to try and change and make it up to me, I have to let him. He was just a kid when he bullied me and Uncle Vernon encouraged it.

'It's like Draco,' Harry said. 'He was a prat because you encouraged that behaviour; he learned to be mean to people he thought below him from you. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's a bad person, just that you taught him some crappy principles.'

Lucius looked down. 'I'm sorry about that. I never wanted Draco to be as spiteful as me. I spoiled him because I wanted to be a good father, I didn't want to be like my father.' He sighed. 'Somehow I ended up being just as bad.'

'Draco's fine now, he's learned his lesson and grown up,' Harry said. 'And so have you, Lucius. You've done some bad things but you're not a bad person, I know it.'

'You're far to forgiving,' Lucius said.

Harry shrugged. 'I've been told that plenty of times. But I'm happy so... no harm done.'

'Fractured arm, Harry.'

'Come on, stop ruining our date,' Harry said and tugged Lucius along the footpath. 'I'll tell you about the time I set a boa constrictor on Dudley.'

'You did what?'

{oOo}

They ended up near the Thames, Harry had no idea where. Not every English person knew everything about London. The water was murky and brown, lapping at the concrete beneath the railing, and Harry and Lucius watched various boats push through the water.

'This is nice,' Harry said.

'The water is filthy.'

'I'm not asking you to swim in it.'

Lucius smiled. 'I recall you telling me you might go skinny dipping.'

Harry chuckled and said, 'Not bloody likely, look at it.'

'Come on,' Lucius teased and moved closer. He wrapped an arm around the teenager, pushing their bodies together. Harry shivered but welcomed the warmth. 'Take your clothes off,' Lucius whispered, 'and go for a swim.'

'I will,' Harry said back, tilting his head to look at the taller man, 'after you.'

'No, that wasn't the deal.'

'There wasn't any deal, just me talking.'

'Hmm...' Lucius murmured, face leaning closer to Harry's. 'I suppose you are correct.'

'Lucius?'

'Yes?'

'Shut up and kiss me.'

Lucius smirked. 'With pleasure, little mate.' He closed the distance and pressed a soft kiss to Harry's lips, the teen sighing and leaned back into him. Lucius' free hand came up to cup Harry's cheek, thumb stroking his smooth, warm skin.

Lucius kept the kiss chaste, not wanting to maul Harry in public... though that seemed like a very fine idea. So it was with regret that Lucius pulled back. Harry whined and Lucius chuckled.

Pressing a quick kiss to his mate's lips, Lucius said, 'Shall we continue?'

'With the kissing? Yes.'

'No, Harry, with our date.'

'Why can't our date be all about kissing?' Harry asked.

Lucius smiled. 'There is more to our relationship then making out, Harry.'

'I know that,' the Gryffindor grumbled. 'It just happens to be a very nice part of our relationship.'

'There will be plenty of time for kissing later,' Lucius said and pulled Harry from the railing.

'There'd better be,' Harry said and wrapped an arm around Lucius' waist. He snuggled into the man's side as they walked, Lucius smiling down at him.

{oOo}

Harry wanted chips and Lucius watched as he passed the Muggle money over to the cashier, who handed him a foam box filled with the cooked potatoes. Lucius was bemused by Muggle money. He knew the conversion rate, knew what was what, but he didn't understand why Muggles chose to use colourful paper.

Harry flipped the box open and stuck his fork in, lifting two chips covered in red and white sauces to his mouth. He slipped them in and chewed before shouting and fanning his mouth.

'Hot, hot, hot!'

Lucius smirked as his mate jumped up and down, blowing air out of his mouth and cursing. 'That teaches you to be aware of how hot your food is,' Lucius said. Harry swore at him and Lucius bought the teenager another can of Coke. Harry chugged it down and breathed a sigh of relief.

And then he did it all over again.

'What's the sauce?' Lucius asked as they walked, Harry licking said sauce from his lips.

'Hot chilli and garlic,' Harry said. 'Delicious.'

'You're a curious individual.'

'I'm insane,' Harry grinned.

'Yes, but I was phrasing it nicely.'

Harry chuckled and stuck his fork back on. 'Want some?'

'No, thank you.'

'Suit yourself,' Harry said and chowed down.

{oOo}

The chips were done, three cans of Coke down, and four rolls of sushi. Was Harry full? No.

He wanted rice and Lucius had to stop while he purchased a plastic container full from a Chinese Restaraunt. He then watched his mate shovel the grains into his mouth with a spoon. Oh, and there were the dozen spring rolls he'd bought that were also devoured.

'Harry, why do you eat so much?' Lucius asked as another spring roll disappeared.

'Oh, sorry,' the teen blushed.

'It's not a problem,' Lucius said and pinched a spring roll. He munched on a mouthful before saying, 'Draco eats a lot as well.'

'You know how I grew up,' Harry said, 'do you think the Dursleys let me eat what I wanted?'

'I suppose not,' Lucius said sadly.

'I got the bare essentials,' Harry explained. 'Two pieces of buttered toast for breakfast, a plain cheese sandwich for lunch at school or on weekends, and either a sandwich or the leftovers for dinner. Dudley and Uncle Vernon got first pick; they ate heaps. Then Aunt Petunia, then me. I was lucky to get a sliver of meat and some mushy vegetables. I got small cans of soup a lot.'

Lucius felt anger and sadness crash over him. He'd always lived in luxary, even as a boy. Lucius had never gone hungry, had never wanted anything...

... besides someone who loved him. His mother had disappeared when he was six (Lucius had always suspected his father and the other Death Eaters) and Abraxas Malfoy made the Dursleys look like a loving family. There were belts and hexes thrown at Lucius from the time he could walk.

But he'd always eaten, had always been given new clothes and books. Harry hadn't had anything and it made Lucius half furious, half depressed. He should have been there to protect his mate, Harry had been his other half even as a child. Instead Lucius had ignored the boy when he was twelve, had teased and bullied him, had told Draco to do the same.

'Lucius?' Harry said.

Lucius blinked back his thoughts and looked down to see Harry staring at him, spoon half raised to his mouth.

'I'm sorry,' the Slytherin said. 'I just hate thinking about your childhood.'

Harry shrugged. 'I never had one, there's nothing to miss.'

'You'll have one,' Lucius said.

When Harry asked what he meant, Lucius refused to answer. Shrugging, the teenager went back to their previous conversation.

'As I was saying, I've never been able to eat whatever I want. Hogwarts was the first place I could and... well, I've always been so stressed out; what with Voldemort out to get me, my friends arguing, Dumbledore acting weird, Severus trying to put me on detention every five minutes, and Ginny stalking me, the last thing on my mind was food.

'But Voldemort's gone, Ginny's angry at me and hopefully won't be rubbing against me any time soon-' Lucius growled but Harry ignored him, '- and I'm happy with you and Kit. So... why not eat all I can? I want to try all kinds of food, whatever I want, whenever I want.'

'If that's what you want,' Lucius said. 'Just don't complain to me when you eat something disgusting, end up throwing up, or gain weight.'

'Everyone's always telling me to eat more,' Harry said, sucking on his spoon.

'Usually you stop when you're full.'

'Never,' Harry said.

{oOo}

The rice and spring rolls were gone, Lucius having eaten four or five, and they strolled through a park. The lights that lined the path every few metres were on, giving the place a soft glow that would be terrifying if on your own. Harry was a strong wizard with a big, burly blonde to protect him; he felt safe.

Lucius was fascinated by the lights and kept staring up at them.

'It's called electricity,' Harry explained. 'It's used to charg and power Muggle technology like fridges, toasters, televisions. It travels along wires that are built into the light and can be turned off or on with a switch or timer.'

Lucius nodded though Harry thought the man might not quite understand. 'Harry?' he said after a minute.

'Mm?'

'What's a fridge, toaster, and television?'

Harry giggled. He was by no means an expert on Muggles, having spent so much time in the magic world, but he knew bits and pieces from his first ten years, as well as all the advances in technology Hermione had told him about.

'Well, a fridge is like a giant cooler box that runs off electricity,' Harry said. 'They can be small, about as tall as me, or massive, even bigger then you, with a cooler part and a freezer part. It keeps your food fresh for longer.'

'Right,' Lucius said. 'A toaster?'

'Toasts bread,' Harry said.

'Why not use fire?' Lucius querried. 'I know Muggles don't have access to magic, obviously, but surely fire would do.'

'Some people use fire when they go camping, or in countries that are poorer then Britain or America,' Harry said. 'But a toaster is a lot easier and safer.'

'I see,' Lucius said. 'And the last one...'

'A television?' Lucius nodded. 'It's a box that projects pictures onto a screen. You know how in our world, pictures in the paper and photos move?' Another nod from Lucius. 'Well a television is moving pictures, in colour, with words. You can hear the people speaking.'

Lucius' eyes lit up. 'The people speak?'

'Yep.'

'How?'

'I don't know exactly, televisions have speakers and it's got something to do with... something,' he said sheepishly, realising he didn't really know how televisions worked. 'You can watch programmes on it,' Harry said.

'Programmes?'

'Imagine a theatre play,' Harry said. 'That performance is recorded and you can add music and different camera angles. It can be re-shown over and over again.'

Lucius looked even more curious and Harry grinned.

After checking his pocket watch, he turned and said, 'How about we find a shopping centre and I'll show you?'

Lucius nodded enthusiastically and Harry tugged him along. They had to stop a few times to ask where they could find a shopping centre and eventually stumbled across a small one. Harry dragged Lucius into the brightly lit building, the older wizard looking around at the lights and people with unrepressed curiosity in his eyes.

They found a small electronics store that had TVs in the front window and Lucius stood, mouth gaping open, as he stared at them. Harry giggled quietly and led the man inside so he could hear the audio.

'This is brilliant, Harry, I never knew Muggles were so... smart,' he said.

'They've found plenty of ways to get along without magic,' Harry nodded.

'I want a television,' Lucius said.

'They don't work at Hogwarts,' Harry said. 'But you could always buy one for your Manor.'

'Our Manor,' Lucius corrected softly as he poked his finger at one of the screens.

'Excuse me?' Harry said.

Lucius ripped his eyes away from the television and said, 'Our Manor, Harry. Malfoy Manor is your home too.'

Harry's mouth fell open and Lucius smirked.

'Did you think I'd let you return to Grimmauld Place?' He shook his head. 'Of course you can visit and stay with your godfather and Lupin, but you belong with me. I will return to Malfoy Manor after my house elves clean it of the Dark Lord's stay and you will come with me.'

He stepped closer to pull Harry in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

'Silly little veela,' he chastised. 'I will provide whatever you need, Harry. You are already my mate, my other half, and one day I hope you will be my husband, my partner, and a Master to my Lord.'

Harry gulped before whispering, 'H-Home?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'Malfoy Manor will be your home if you want it to be.'

Harry was close to tears. He'd never had a home, not once. Privet Drive was full of bad memories and Hogwarts, while great, was a school and the place Harry had killed someone. The Burrow wasn't his and Grimmauld Place was Sirius', even though his godfather always welcomed him there.

The sound of a proper home, of spending his days at Malfoy Manor with Lucius and Draco and maybe his friends too... it made Harry's heart swell with joy.

Lucius felt the changing emotions and smiled. He kissed Harry again before saying, 'Come, let's look around some more. I'll have to converse with Miss Granger next time I see her.'

Harry looked at him curiously. 'Why?'

'Muggles are fascinating,' Lucius admitted, 'and I regret all the years I thought they weren't.'

Harry grinned. 'Hermione will love to talk to you about it. Hey, you can talk to Arthur Weasley too.' Lucius scowled at him. 'What? He loves Muggles.'

'I refuse to talk to that man,' Lucius muttered.

'What if Draco's mate is a Weasley?'

Lucius stopped dead, forcing a few Muggles to curse and throw him and Harry dirty looks. 'What did you say?'

'Draco told me that even as a part veela he has a mate, he just doesn't know who he or she is. What if it turns out to be a Weasley? Will you try and force them apart?'

'Of course not,' Lucius said. 'Draco's mate will be perfect for him.'

'Even if it's a Weasley?'

Lucius hesitated before saying, 'Yes, even if it's a Weasley.'

'Well then, you and Mr Weasley would have to talk, wouldn't you?'

'Harry, why must you ruin everything?'

Harry chuckled. 'Come on, Veela-Boy.'

'Veela-Boy?' Lucius said as Harry dragged him up an escalator.

'Hermione called me that,' Harry said. He realised Lucius wasn't listening; the wizard was staring at the escalator, trying to figure out how it worked. 'Electricity,' Harry said.

'It's like magic,' Lucius said in wonder.

Harry giggled.

{oOo}

After stopping at a bookstore so Lucius could buy books on electricty, technology, and a dozen other subjects, they headed back out into the London night.

It was chilly now and Lucius helped Harry into his coat, the teen blushing when the older wizard pressed a kiss to his cheek.

They mostly just talked and walked, enjoying the sights, the Muggles, and each other. They passed a gelato shop and Harry just had to have ice-cream. Lucius got a small scoop of vanilla, Harry a waffle cone with three scoops.

'Peppermint, banana, and cookies and cream,' the teen grinned as he licked it. Lucius groaned. 'What?' Harry asked.

'You shouldn't eat ice-cream in front of me in public,' Lucius muttered.

Harry giggled and licked his cone again. Lucius glared at him.

{oOo}

Their day had to end eventually and Harry and Lucius ended up at a small cafe that stayed open late. They sat on the plastic seats as Lucius ordered them both hot chocolate and a slice of banana cake to share.

Harry ate most of it and sat back when he was done, sipping his hot chocolate. 'Argh, I ate too much.'

'What did I say?'

'That you think I'm gorgeous and would never, ever say, 'I told you so'?' Harry ventured.

Lucius chuckled. 'Something like that.'

'Mm, I'm pretty sure I then said that you should wear jeans.' Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Come on, Lucius, picture your arse in jeans,' Harry said. 'Delicious.'

'You're strange.'

'Yes, yes I am.'

'I wouldn't change anything about you.'

'No?' Harry said and Lucius shook his head. 'My crazy hair?' Head shake. 'Shortness?' Another shake. 'Danger-loving ways, weird friends, Boy Saviour, awful childhood-'

Lucius cut Harry off by picking up the Gryffindor's left hand. He pressed a soft kiss to the smooth skin he found and rubbed his thumb over the area.

'Harry,' he said seriously, 'I like all of that, I like everything. Do you annoy me occasionaly? Yes. Do I wish you kept better company sometimes and didn't feel the need to dive to the ground just to catch a silly golden ball? Of course.

'But all of that makes you you, and I want it all, I like it all. So no, Harry, I don't want any of that to change. I accept that you had a bad childhood, it made you a stronger person. Your hair is adorable, you're the perfect height for me to have my way with you, and your friends love you.

'Everything is perfect from my point of view,' Lucius said, 'I wouldn't change a thing.' He kissed Harry's hand again.

Harry blinked, red tinging his cheeks, before he grinned. Instead of dropping Lucius' hand, he threaded their fingers together. 'I like everything about you too,' he said. 'Over-grooming and Slytherin-ness included.'

Lucius snorted into his drink and Harry grinned.

They spent another hour at the cafe until suddenly Harry was looking around. Lucius watched, confused, as Harry withdrew his wand. After making sure no Muggles were watching them, Harry waved his wand. Their mugs shrank and Harry stuffed them into his pocket.

'What are you doing?' Lucius asked.

'Come on,' Harry said and leapt to his feet. He took off running and Lucius had no choice but to follow. They ran for a full two minutes before Harry jumped on Lucius. 'Piggyback ride!'

'Harry, get off me,' the Slytherin growled.

'Never,' Harry grinned. He wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck, his legs around his waist. 'Piggyback, piggyback,' he said and kissed Lucius on the neck.

Lucius groaned in annoyance and grabbed Harry's legs. 'Don't fall,' he warned.

'Don't drop me then,' Harry countered as they began walking, Harry giggling into Lucius' ear.

Even though Harry had jumped him, Lucius still felt... nice. He liked having Harry this close, the teenager's lithe form pressed into his back. He held the boy tightly and Harry pressed kisses to his neck, his jaw, every few seconds.

Lucius definitely enjoyed piggyback rides.

{oOo}

'Harry, I'm an old man.'

'Are not.'

'I'm twenty-six years older then you.'

'... Lucius, when's your birthday?'

'You're really going to ask that while you're breaking my back?'

'I'm hardly heavy.'

Lucius sighed.

'So... birthday?' Harry asked.

'October 27th, yours?'

'July 31st.'

Lucius snorted. 'You're a Leo?'

'Yeah, I am. Why?'

Lucius snorted again.

'Why's that funny?'

'You're more Gryffindor then Slytherin.'

Harry smiled. 'Didn't we agree that that was a good thing?' He pressed another kiss to Lucius' neck.

'Um... yes,' Lucius mumbled.

Harry grinned and said, 'What's your starsign?'

'Scorpio.'

Harry giggled. 'So you've got a bit of a sting?'

'I sting like a scorpion,' Lucius smiled, 'and bite like a snake.'

'Figures,' Harry said. 'You said you're twenty-six years older then me.'

'Yes, I said it about three minutes ago,' Lucius grumbled as he readjusted his grip on the teenager's legs.

'So what year were you born? I'm having too much fun to let maths ruin it.'

'Maths can be fun.'

'You sound like Hermione,' Harry muttered before repeating, 'what year were you born?'

'What year were you born?'

'1980. You?'

'1954.'

'So you're...'

'Almost forty-four.'

'Ooh, that's middle aged in the Muggle world.'

'Harry-'

'I still think you're sexy.'

'Of course I am,' Lucius said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Harry grinned. 'Mm, I think you have every right to be proud of your looks.' He ran a hand through Lucius' hair, shifting back so he could flip Lucius' ponytail.

'Stop moving!' Lucius hissed, fingers digging into Harry's legs.

'Stop tickling me!' Harry retorted, moving again.

'This is a date, you do remember that, yes?' Lucius said.

'And why can't one date carry the other date on their back?' Harry asked.

'... It's undignifed.'

'It's fun.'

'It's silly.'

'It's warm, comfy, and smells nice.'

'You say that about everything.'

'Well you're warm...' Harry's arms tightened around his mate's chest, '... you're comfy...' he wiggled, making Lucius groan but not in pain, '... and you smell nice...' Harry trailed off to press his face into Lucius' neck and breathe in deeply. He hummed in delight.

'You won't win this fight by being cute.'

'Am I being cute?'

'Very.'

'That's hardly my fault.'

'Harry...'

'Fine, fine,' Harry said and slid from Lucius' back. He gave the man a hug and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 'You want a turn?'

Lucius smiled. 'I'd break your back, little one.'

'I'm stronger then I look.'

'Mm-hmm.'

Harry pouted. 'I am.'

Lucius chuckled and linked their fingers. They walked until they were back by the Thames and Lucius asked, 'Why'd we run and steal two mugs?'

Harry pulled the mugs out and they re-sized. 'I wanted something to remember our first date,' Harry said. 'Just imagine, twenty years from now, celebrating our anniversary and drinking coffee from these mugs.'

Lucius smiled and pulled his mate in. 'Twenty years, hmm?'

'Yep,' Harry said and hugged Lucius tight.

'I like the sound of that.'

'Forty years would be better, now that I think about it,' Harry said.

'Fifty?' Lucius suggested.

'A hundred.'

Lucius chuckled. 'How about two hundred?'

Harry pulled back and smiled at him. 'Two thousand years, take it or leave it.'

Lucius took a few seconds to mull it over and Harry slapped him lightly. 'Deal,' the blonde said and kissed Harry quickly.

Suddenly Lucius stepped back and drew away, a gleam in his eyes.

'Lucius?' Harry said.

Lucius smirked and pulled out his wand. With a swish and flick (Harry could still hear Hermione's 'levi-OH-sah'), the mugs hovered over Harry's hands and transformed into silver wine goblets studded with emeralds and other stones.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked closely at the cups, which had fallen back into his hands.

'Yes, they're real,' Lucius said. 'These goblets have been in my family for generations.'

'How... how?' Harry asked.

'A simple bit of magic to replace the mugs with the goblets,' Lucius said. 'There are now two white mugs sitting in the cabinet in my study at Malfoy Manor, just waiting for our two thousand year anniversary.'

Harry giggled as Lucius waved his wand again. The goblets were filled with dark red wine and Lucius took one back.

'To our first date,' Lucius said, holding his goblet out.

Harry clinked them together in a toast. 'To the first of many,' he said.

Lucius inclined his head and they sipped their alcohol.

Lucius leaned against the railing and drew Harry in, warming the Gryffindor's body with his own. Harry had half finished his wine when Lucius turned to him.

'Harry, I don't want you to panic,' Lucius said. Harry looked at him, confused. 'I'm not proposing, I have no intention of marrying you until you finish Hogwarts.'

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he realised Lucius hadn't been joking; he wanted to marry Harry, make him Master Malfoy, spend the rest of his life with the Boy Saviour.

Lucius placed his goblet on the ground and pulled something from his trouser pocket. Harry gasped; it was a black velvet ring box.

'Harry, this is for you,' Lucius said and pulled the box open.

Inside was a gorgeous silver ring, chunky with a large black stone. A golden coat of arms with an M had been magiced onto the stone and Harry stared at it.

'Wait, that's-'

'The Malfoy Family Coat of Arms,' Lucius said and showed Harry his own ring. It was on his right hand, the second smallest finger, and was the same as the ring he'd got Harry only slightly bigger. 'My ring is a symbol; it shows that I'm the head of the Malfoy family,' Lucius explained. 'Draco has one too, smaller then these two, that shows he's my heir. When I die, or step aside, Draco will inherit my ring.'

Harry stared at Lucius' before his eyes drifted back to the ring box.

'Harry, I want you to have this one.'

'W-Why?' Harry asked.

'This ring shows that you are part of the Malfoy Family and that you're my partner,' Lucius said. 'It doesn't matter that we're not married yet, we're soulmates, and I want the world to know that you're the one I've chosen. If you wear this ring, everywhere you go people will know you're mine, that you're the chosen partner of the Malfoy family patriarch.' He bit his lip, looking nervous. 'Will you tell the world you're mine?'

Harry stared at the ring for another few seconds before throwing his arms around Lucius' neck. 'I can't believe how amazing you are,' he said softly. 'I know we're together but... but doing this...' He pulled back and Lucius was alarmed to see tears. 'Lucius, you have no idea how much this means to me,' Harry continued, wiping his eyes. 'I've always wanted a family that loves me and now...'

'Now you have it,' Lucius said softly.

Harry smiled. 'But I thought we were waiting to tell people?'

'You don't have to wear it right away.'

'I want to,' Harry said. 'Um... do you have a chain for it?'

With a smile, Lucius nodded and pointed his wand at Harry's goblet. A strip of silver twisted away from the top of the goblet and floated through the air. Lucius muttered under his breath and the strip twisted and turned before becoming a beautiful but simple linked chain.

Lucius slid the ring onto the chain and said, 'Turn.'

Harry did as asked and Lucius looped the chain around his neck. He fastened it quickly and stroked down the chain until his fingers rested on the ring, which sat just against the middle of Harry's chest. Harry raised his own fingers and linked them, holding the ring with Lucius.

'Thank you so much,' he whispered.

'Not a problem, Harry,' Lucius said.

They shared a soft, tender kiss, lips loving and warm. When they broke apart they remained against each other, Harry's head tilted to press against Lucius' chest.

Suddenly the teen had an idea and drew away. 'Can I have this goblet?' he asked, holding up the one Lucius had mutliated to make the chain.

Lucius shrugged. 'I have dozens.'

Harry smiled and crouched down. He tipped the remaining wine out and sat the goblet on the ground. Biting his lip in concentration, Harry pointed his own wand at the goblet.

Lucius watched as Harry bent and shaped the silver, strips sliding off the cup like Lucius had done earlier. A bright green emerald slid from it's fastening and Harry caught it in his left hand.

Eventually, and with a lot of cussing from Harry, the silver reshaped itself and formed into a ring. Harry took the emerald and held it against the little band. He waved his wand, spoke soft words, and set the stone into the ring.

Smiling, Harry stood and said, 'One more thing.' He pointed his wand at the emerald and poked it. A few seconds later he presented the finished product to Lucius.

It was a silver ring, celtic in design, with the bright green emerald as a setting. A crude H had been carved into the stone and Harry blushed.

'I just figured,' the Gryffindor said, 'you gave me a ring that says I'm yours and... and I wanted you to have one too, a ring that says you're mine. Is that okay?'

Lucius had never received anything so beautiful and told Harry that. Like Harry, he couldn't wear it without anyone asking questions, so Lucius created another chain from the now broken goblet and handed it to Harry.

Harry slid the ring on and stood tall to put the chain around Lucius' neck. Once done, he touched the ring and Lucius did too.

There was a flash of gold light and both blinked.

'What was that?' Harry asked, withdrawing his hands. He gasped and looked at the ring.

It had changed, had become... more beautiful. The ring was now perfectly round, with wavy patterns drawn into the band. The emerald was rectangular and smaller, set deep into the silver band. And, on the stone, was a beautifully scripted H done in black.

'Wow,' Harry said.

'Our bond,' Lucius explained. 'Our veela magic mixed together to create this. It's a symbol of our growing affection, Harry.' He looked up at the teenager.

'That's so... amazing,' Harry said.

'No, you're amazing,' Lucius said and tugged Harry in. They shared another kiss, this one more passionate then before.

'Thank you for tonight, Lucius,' Harry said. 'This was the best day of my life.'

'Really?' Lucius asked.

'Mm,' Harry said. 'Why wouldn't it be? Chinese food, sushi, ice-cream, and a gorgeous blonde.' He grinned and wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck. 'Best day every, believe me.'

Lucius smiled. 'I agree completely,' he said and kissed the teen again.

They stood by the Thames just holding each other, looking out across the water and London, feeling like the luckiest two people in the world.

Chapter 11: Back To School

Lucius woke feeling cold and groaned. He rolled over, expecting to find Harry beside him. But there was only an empty warm spot. Growling in annoyance, Lucius sat up and looked around.

'I didn't mean to wake you,' Harry said softly, rounding the bed.

'Where were you?' Lucius demanded, tiredness making him snappy.

'Bathroom,' Harry answered. He climbed back into the bed and slipped his glasses off, placing them on his bedside table. Lucius' arms tugged him back down under the blankets and Harry sighed in content as he was swathed in warmth.

Before he could get comfortable, Lucius' sleep-thick voice asked, 'Whassa time?'

Harry rolled back over and Lucius followed him, arms still tight around the teenager. Harry grabbed his wand and muttered, 'Lumos.' A soft light filled the room and Lucius groaned, burrying his face between Harry's shoulders. Harry checked the time on his wrist watch and said, 'It's just after four.'

He extinguished his wand and replaced it before rolling back over. Lucius immediately pulled him in until the Gryffindor was wrapped in his arms, nose rubbing against his silk pyjama shirt.

Lucius groaned again and muttered, 'Gotta get up in... six hours.'

He said it like it was six minutes and Harry smiled. Sleepy Lucius was always like the Lucius of old; proud, demanding, and always wanting to get his own way. He barely ever let Harry climb out of bed to use the loo, meaning the teen always had to get up in the middle of the night.

Did Lucius care? No, as long as he has his mate to cuddle. Harry didn't mind really; he liked a proud Lucius Malfoy. He just wished it didn't affect his bladder.

'I have to get up at the same time as you,' Harry reminded his mate as he settled back down.

'I don't care if you have to get up,' Lucius grumbled. He nudged Harry under the blankets with his foot in a gesture Harry assumed was supposed to be a kick.

Harry smiled. 'Don't kick me.'

'Kick whoever I want,' Lucius muttered above him.

'Not me you won't.'

Lucius nudged him again and Harry giggled.

'Gigglin',' Lucius groaned, trailing off with a massive yawn. 'Gettin' up and leavin' me... all cold... just to use the bloody... thingy...'

'I didn't mean to,' Harry said.

'Then movin' all a-about...' Lucius yawned again, ignoring his mate. 'Lights... more mouth movements with... words...'

'You asked me what time it was,' Harry reminded him.

But Lucius was on a good rant, and he loved arguing when half asleep (not that he believed Harry when the boy brought it up during daylight hours).

'Talkin', too much talk-nn,' he said. 'Think you can talk just 'cause you're... what's his face... lightning bolt... Harry bloody... thingy... Potter boy...'

'Oi!' Harry shouted.

'Stop yelling!' Lucius hissed.

'You're making me-'

Lucius pushed Harry back and kissed him quickly, effectively shutting the teenager up. 'Sleep,' he ordered.

'Don't tell me what to do,' Harry mumbled.

'Sleep or you can go join... the blonde one, the other one...' Lucius yawned again. 'Smaller then me... Draco, that's it.'

Harry didn't think Lucius would appreciate him sharing a bed with Draco but kept that to himself. Lucius sighed in satisfaction and four seconds later he was snoring.

Rolling his eyes, Harry pressed his face back into Lucius' warm chest. He's lucky I care about him so bloody much, he thought before drifting off to sleep. He dreamed about having Lucius Malfoy beneath him, begging Harry to talk.

It was quite a nice dream.

{oOo}

Lucius was all smiles the next morning. He was definitely a morning person; always smiling, talking, sitting at breakfast like he'd had a vial of Pepper-Up Potion.

Harry and Draco were definitely not morning people. They were sluggish and yawned and grunted at each other. Both got better after coffee and breakfast (Harry, as usual, trying to force Draco to have third and fourth helpings). Harry was particularly slow that day because of Lucius' ranting the night before and the fact that tonight he'd be back in Gryffindor Tower.

'What's up with y-y-you?' Draco asked, last word broken by a yawn.

'Your bloody father,' Harry said as he sipped his second coffee.

'What did I do?' Lucius asked, not looking up from the business section of The Daily Prophet. He'd subscribed again only to keep up with local news and business dealings. He poked his wand at it every morning to get rid of anything with Harry's or his own name in it.

'You went on and on last night about talking and lights and Draco!' Harry snapped.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, still not looking up.

'You did,' Harry insisted. 'I got back from the bathroom to see you sitting up. I apologised for waking you, you asked what the time was, and I checked. Then you went on about me waking up and talking too much. You kicked me, twice, and then demanded I go to sleep. When I got mad, you kissed me, threatened to make me sleep in Draco's room, and fell asleep.'

There was silence before Lucius said, 'I'm sure you're exaggerating.'

Harry groaned and nearly slapped his face into his breakfast. Draco chuckled as he crammed cereal into his mouth.

{oOo}

After breakfast, Harry and Lucius sat together in the sitting room. There was no reading, no talking, just them. Harry was sitting on Lucius' lap, one arm between his body and Lucius, the other hand playing Lucius' hair.

The Slytherin's right hand was rubbing Harry's thigh slowly while his left stroked through the teenager's hair, nails digging into his scalp and soothing him.

Draco didn't dare interupt them, not when they only had a few more hours together. He watched them from the hallway for a minute, feeling their affection and sadness, before disappearing to his room to give them some privacy.

{oOo}

Lucius had a staff meeting at twelve and disappeared, leaving Harry and Draco to make sure the majority of their stuff had been sent to their respective dormitories. Most of Harry's books stayed in the study, his favourites already in the wardrobe he had in Gryffindor Tower. Harry had told Lucius he'd visit them when he could and Lucius had pouted, asking if Harry was going to visit him. Harry just smiled, forcing Lucius to huff.

Once done, Harry and Draco went down to the Great Hall to join Lucius, Severus, and the other teachers for lunch. Both were welcomed by the professors, a few shaking Harry's hand and asking how his holiday had been.

When Harry managed to get away from them, he headed straight for Lucius, who was sitting at the end of the table beside Severus.

Not caring that were a heap of teachers there (people who had known him since he was eleven), Harry sat himself right on Lucius' lap. There was a fair amount of staring as Harry wound his arms around his mate and burried his face in the blonde's neck.

Lucius' own arms wrapped around the Gryffindor and pulled him close. He rested his face against Harry's hair and stroked the boy's back slowly.

Eventually the others went back to eating and chatting softly, letting the mates enjoy their moment. For once Lucius didn't care that other people were seeing his defences down, his softer side. All that mattered was Harry, his Harry, who was in his arms where he belonged.

Neither ate any lunch.

{oOo}

Soon afternoon slipped into night. The Hogwarts Express was due at Hogsmeade station any minute and Lucius had to be seated at the staff table.

He and Harry sat in their quarters, soon to be Lucius' quarters only, and just held each other. Draco had already said his goodbyes and headed down, giving the couple their last chance alone.

'Before you go, Harry, I have something for you,' Lucius said suddenly. Harry shifted on Lucius' lap to see the blonde pulling a ring box from his pocket.

'Merlin, are you proposing?'

Lucius chuckled. 'No, I meant what I said; I plan to marry you after you graduate. You have enough to worry about without a wedding added into the mix.'

Harry smiled and looked at the box. 'So... what's this?'

Watching Harry carefully, Lucius flipped the box open.

It was another ring, this one like the one Harry had made; silver, celtic in design, but with a silver stone with blue flecks and a black L. Lucius held it out and Harry touched it. Like the previous night, there was a flash of gold light, and when they pulled away the ring matched Harry's exactly except for the stone colour and letter.

'Why?' Harry asked softly.

'You gave me something beautiful, Harry,' Lucius said, 'I wanted to do the same.'

'But you did, you gave me a Malfoy family ring.'

Lucius shook his head. 'I had to, Harry. Yes, I want everyone to know you're part of this family, and of course I want you to be, but it's... different.'

He sighed. 'I'm not explaining myself very well. We both have Malfoy family rings because we belong to that family. But this-' he pulled his own chain from under his shirt and showed Harry the ring the teenager had made, '- this was made by you, Harry, just for me. I wanted to make one for you.'

Harry grinned and took the ring, touching it carefully. 'It's beautiful, Lucius, thank you.'

'You can wear it on your chain,' Lucius said.

Harry stepped closer and turned so Lucius could remove the chain. He slid the new ring on and re-fastened the chain. Harry glanced down at both rings and grinned. 'Now we both have two.'

'Exactly,' Lucius said.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

Harry leaned up and kissed his mate softly before sighing. 'I'm going to miss you so much.'

Lucius' eyes were filled with sadness. 'I know, little one,' he said softly. 'I know.'

{oOo}

Harry watched as the students filed in, all wearing their Hogwarts robes. The eighth years stood out in their bright coloured robes. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longtbottom had all returned. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patel would be joining Hermione as the eighth year Gryffindor girls.

Draco was joined by Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, and Greg Goyle, as well as Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode.

The Hufflepuffs were Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Susan Bones, and Roy Moon.

Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, Padme Patel and Lisa Turpin were the Ravenclaws.

All smiled and greeted each other, Harry too, before joining their respective houses. The other years all admired the older students in their coloured robes before finding their friends and sitting. A lot of people stared at Harry, but really that was no different then every other year. Either he was the famous Harry Potter, the heir of Slytherin, the attention-seeking champion or liar.

And then he was the Saviour all over again.

Harry nodded at the people who knew, some like Luna Lovegood, Nigel Attsworth, and Michael Corner from the DA smiled and waved at him. Dennis Creevey, who was as small as his brother had been, said hello to Harry in a small voice and sat with some other sixth years. Harry remembered that he'd lost Colin during the Battle of Hogwarts and felt a pang of sadness go through him.

The students were starting to quiet down and a few looked up at the staff table. Slowly, like a ripple through a tide pool, the whispers grew harsher and louder as students recognised the blonde sitting beside Professor Snape. Some of the older students (and a few younger ones who had sneaked back in) had fought during the Battle of Hogwarts. The last they'd seen of Lucius Malfoy, he'd been getting arrested for crimes against the wizarding world.

Of course Lucius just sat there ignoring them, checking his nails like he didn't have a care in the world. Harry admired his strength, his ability to ignore what everybody said.

Harry realised this was what Lucius loved; all eyes on him, people talking about and fearing him. He loved attention, whether it was good or bad. As long as people knew who he was, feared him, and knew he was powerful, Lucius was quite happy. Even after all he'd been through, he still liked being noticed.

Hermione had sat beside Harry without the wizard seeing her and suddenly a strong hand was on his arm, squeezing reassuringly. Harry tried to ignore the vile words spewing from students' mouths and it took all his strength not to shout at them all.

Neville, who was sitting between Ron and Dean, leaned across the table. 'Is that Lucius Malfoy?'

Hermione nodded, eyes still on Harry.

'What's he doing here?' Neville said.

'Obviously teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts,' Ron answered, eyes on Harry. 'Or Potions.' Harry didn't look at him, more then happy to stare at his empty plate.

'How can Dumbledore employ him?' Seamus said from beside Dean. 'Is he mad?'

'Dumbledore obviously trusts him,' Hermione answered.

Seamus and Dean exchanged incredelous looks before looking back at the staff table.

The doors opened and Professor McGonagall appeared, leading through a large group of terrified looking first years. There was a bigger intake then any other year because a lot of Muggle-borns hadn't recieved their letters, despite being witches and wizards. Severus had figured it best to leave the young ones in the Muggle world where they were safer from Voldemort's power.

So there were a lot of twelve year olds, and even some who looked close to thirteen, amongst the crowd.

They lined up before the stool, the Sorting Hat placed atop it. After its usual song, this one filled with pride at the Hogwarts students who'd fought, McGonagall unrolled her scroll and started.

It felt like hours later that the students had been sorted. There were twenty new Gryffindors, twenty-five Hufflepuffs, at least thirty Ravenclaws, and a dozen Slytherins. The poor snake house had suffered after the war and Harry promised himself he'd help restore it to its former glory.

Dumbledore stood and spread his arms, welcoming the new and old students to another year.

'You may notice that some of our older students are wearing colourful robes,' Dumbledore said. A few heads turned in Harry's direction. 'Those are our eighth years; students who couldn't complete or even start their seventh year due to Voldemort.' There was a fair few flinches before Dumbledore continued. 'The eighth years are like any other student, however I ask that they try and be good role models and not break the rules.' He stared at Harry, who smiled.

'Also, we have a few new staff members,' Dumbledore continued. 'Severus Snape has returned as potion's master-' there were a few claps, Harry amongst them, 'and we are joined by Daniel Abbott who will be teaching Muggle Studies...' another few claps, 'and Amy Severhorn, our new Arithmacy professor.'

When the clapping died down, Dumbledore cleared his throat.

'We're also joined by Lucius Malfoy, who will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts.'

There would have been an uproar if Lucius, Dumbledore, and Severus hadn't been glaring at all the students. There were hisses, though, students turning to their neighbours to gossip.

'Professor Malfoy's private life, and past, are of no importance to his teaching life,' Dumbledore said. 'You will respect and welcome him to Hogwarts or face serious consequences. Now, on with dinner.'

Food sprand up out of nowhere and a lot of students tucked in. Some were throwing looks at Lucius, others at Draco, and many were staring at Harry as the Gryffindor lumped chicken, potatoes, and gravy onto his plate.

'Ignore them,' Hermione whispered.

'How can I when they're saying horrible things about Lu... about him?' Harry demanded.

'You have to control yourself,' Hermione insisted as she slid steamed vegetables onto her own plate. 'I know it's difficult, Harry, but please try. If it gets too much we can leave.'

Harry nodded and thanked her, trying to focus on his dinner. But every few minutes his eyes would drift up to the staff table. He'd chosen his seat well; he could see Lucius from where he was and the Slytherin was watching him carefully. It didn't go unnoticed by some other students but Harry didn't care. As long as he could see Lucius, he could eat.

{oOo}

The trip to Gryffindor Tower seemed like a treck to Harry. He was tired of all the staring and it wasn't even the first day. A lot of older students respected his wishes and just smiled or nodded at him as he went past. Some of the younger ones, especially the first years, seemed to think it okay to hunt him down and swoon all over him.

Harry tried really hard to be nice, they were only kids after all, but Hermione had to stop him smacking them all across the corridors as they walked. She led him through a lot of short cuts and they managed to avoid the brunt of the students.

'Thanks, 'Mione,' Harry said as they approached the Fat Lady. 'Don't know what I'd do without you.'

'Fail miserably and be a sorry excuse for a wizard,' Hermione said.

'And here I thought you were humble.'

'What gave you that idea?' Hermione grinned.

They stopped before the Fat Lady and Harry said, 'Goblin goo.'

'Goblin goo?' Hermione questioned as she and Harry climbed into the common-room.

'No idea, McGonagall's idea,' Harry shrugged.

A few older students were already there and greeted Harry. Those like Ginny, Lavander, and Parvati all hugged him tightly, boobs pressing into his chest. Harry frowned and drew back.

'Harry, it's so good to see you,' Lavender grinned. 'Have you got a girlfriend yet?'

'Lav,' Parvati chastised. She'd always been nicer, and saner, then her best friend and threw Harry an apologetic look.

'Um, no, I'm gay,' Harry said. He figured it best to tell Lavender, she'd have it spread around the school by breakfast. The girl was an excellent gossiper and Harry didn't want random girls asking him out.

Lavender's eyes went wide and Parvati's mouth fell open. 'Shut up,' the blonde said.

'Erm... I'm serious,' Harry said. 'I'm gay, always have been.'

'That's... that's...' Parvati tried.

'So adorable!' Lavender shouted as Ginny glared at her. 'Oh, Harry, that's brilliant. Congratulations.'

Harry raised an eyebrow as Lavender hugged him again and disappeared with Parvati, no doubt to talk about the wizard's decleration.

'Congratulated for my sexuality?' Harry said. 'How does that make sense?'

'Contrary to popular belief, not all girls gossip and understand each other,' Hermione said. 'But I suppose they're just happy for you, you being honest and all.'

Harry felt like his best friend was contradicting herself right there but didn't voice it. Soon they were joined by Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ron, who'd all walked up together.

'Hey Harry,' Dean said and shook the other Gryffindor's hand.

'Dean, Seamus. Nev, how was your holiday?'

'Gran was so proud of me,' Neville grinned. 'Wouldn't stop prattling on. Bit embarrassing, really.'

Harry grinned. 'You deserve all the praise.'

Neville just shrugged. Suddenly he had Lavender and Parvati either side of him, both grinning from ear-to-ear.

'Mr Neville Longbottom,' Lavender cooed. 'Aren't you looking fabulous?'

Hermione rolled her eyes and bid Harry goodnight, wanting to get to sleep before Lavender and Parvati entered the dorm gossping.

'Um... h-hi,' Neville mumbled, turning pink.

'So handsome,' Parvati said and stroked Neville's arm.

'Please, please, please don't tell us you're gay too,' Lavender begged.

Dean and Seamus frowned at her wording as Neville said, 'Too?'

Both girls looked at Harry and soon all eyes were on him. 'Our Mr Potter doesn't play for our team,' Lavender pouted.

'Please tell us you do,' Parvati said.

Neville stared at Harry, who sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. 'Yes, I'm gay. Yes, I'm seeing someone. Yes, I was born like this.'

'Um... okay,' Neville said. Dean and Seamus were still staring at him and Ron disappeared up to their dorm.

'Such a loss for the women of Britain,' Parvati said.

'But we're more then satisfied with gorgeous Neville here,' Lavender added.

Neville turned bright red and the other three wizards left him to it, Lavender and Parvati looking him over.

In the eighth year boy's dorm (a new room Dumbledore had had to add onto the tower), Harry felt Dean and Seamus staring at him. Ron was already in bed, drapes drawn, and Harry sighed as he looked at his best friend's bed. Nobody said anything until Neville joined them, cheeks still a faint pink.

'Is it true, Harry?' Neville asked.

'Is what true?' Harry said, even though he knew full well what Neville was talking about.

'Are you gay?' Seamus asked.

Harry sighed and turned to face him. 'Yes, I am.'

There was silence before Dean said, 'Good.'

'Good?' Harry questioned.

'Now I'm not the only one,' Dean said.

Harry's mouth fell open.

'Yep, our little Deany is gay,' Seamus grinned and threw an arm around his best friend.

Neville groaned. 'Great, now one less guy Lavender and Parvati can swoon over.'

Seamus winked at him. 'You're a hero, Nev.'

Another groan from the other Gryffindor.

'So... you don't care?' Harry asked.

Dean said, 'Obviously I don't.'

'Being gay isn't a big deal in the magic world,' Seamus said. As a half-bloody like Harry, Seamus knew about both worlds. 'Honestly mate, it's fine.'

Harry smiled. 'Thanks.'

'Can't wait to see people's reactions tomorrow,' Seamus mused as he readied for bed.

'The girls will be so annoying,' Dean groaned.

The others laughed.

{oOo}

Later in bed, Harry stared up at the maroon canopy and sighed. He had his hands behind his head, legs spread out, and eyes wide open. He was tired from the dinner, from Lavender and Parvati and everyone else staring at him. But he couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about Lucius. His bed was cold, he was cold, and his heart throbbed and ached.

The teenager missed Lucius, plain and simple. He missed the man's warm embrace, his delicious body and soft breathing. Harry just couldn't sleep without it.

He contemplated sneaking out and going to Lucius but threw the idea out before it could form properly. He had to learn to survive without his mate. He could stay with Lucius at weekends and the odd week night, Albus had said it would be fine.

So Harry would wait. He'd be fine, absolutely fine.

He rolled over, punched his pillow, and settled down.

His eyes were still wide open.

{oOo}

The only thing keeping Lucius from running to Gryffindor Tower was pride. He was a Malfoy; he could, and would, sleep alone. He could handle a few nights without his mate. He wouldn't break down like some teenage girl and go running for his partner. He was Lucius Malfoy, damn it!

So he grabbed a spare pillow (Harry's pillow) and wrapped his arms around it. Closing his eyes, Lucius willed himself to sleep.

His will wasn't working.

Chapter 12: Day One

Harry was bombarded by female students all morning. All of them demanded to know if he was really gay (Lavender worked pretty damn fast) and Harry was beginning to think he should carry around a big sign that said, 'Yes, it's true, I like men'.

Soon it became too much and Hermione shouted, telling the various aged girls (and a few boys) to get lost; Harry was taken, no he didn't want to talk about it, and his private life wasn't any of their damn business.

Harry didn't know how he could thank her. Hermione suggested massive study periods and Harry laughed. That caused a rant about N.E.W.T.S and Harry just smiled and nodded.

{oOo}

Apparently being Voldemort's right-hand man, a cold bastard, and an ex-convict didn't matter to some teenage girls (and quite a few teenage boys). Sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry heard a number of students talking about Lucius.

Some were bagging him out (quietly, they didn't want the man catching them doing it), others were wondering exactly why he'd been released from Azkaban, and a large portion were gossiping about his looks.

'Professor Malfoy is so gorgeous.'

'What the bloody hell is Dumbledore thinking?'

'He has wonderful hair.'

'He'll know a lot about Dark Arts.'

'I see where Draco gets his good looks from.'

'Can't wait for Dark Arts.'

'Thought we'd moved past having Death Eaters for teachers.'

'How will we concentrate?'

'Criminal.'

'Have you seen his eyes?'

Harry stabbed at his toast viciously, earning more then a few looks, and Hermione whispered, 'Harry, some self-control.'

'They're talking about him!' Harry hissed, jealousy and anger coursing through him. 'What am I supposed to do?'

'Take a deep breath, remind yourself that Lucius is your mate, and also remember that they're teenagers; they'll gossip about it for a while before it becomes old news. Lucius isn't going to leave you for some stupid Hogwarts student.'

'I'm a stupid Hogwarts student,' Harry said.

'Also the Saviour of the wizarding world, the Golden Boy, The Boy Who Lived, Defeater of the Dark Lord, yadda, yadda,' Hermione said. 'Gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and you have a certain Slytherin wrapped around your finger.' The witch smiled. 'Relax, Harry.'

Harry grinned, he actually felt better now. 'Thanks, 'Mione,' he said and took a big bite of toast.

The band around Harry's heart ached softly and Harry glanced up at the staff table. He caught Lucius' eye and smiled. Lucius smiled back briefly before his Malfoy mask of superiority was back in place.

Merlin did Harry miss that man.

{oOo}

Harry's good mood lasted all of five minutes. Professor McGonagall handed out their time tables and Harry groaned.

'What's wrong?' Hermione asked.

'Double Potions, Herbology, Transifguration...' Harry grumbled.

'And...?'

'No Dark Arts,' Harry said glumly.

Hermione smiled at him. 'Relax, Harry, you'll live.'

'No I won't,' Harry sulked, folding his arms.

{oOo}

There were only twenty-two eighth years so they all had their classes together; Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins. They didn't all take the same subjects. Harry had Potions with Draco, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Padme Patel and Terry Boot. Harry was paired with Draco, Blaise with Padme, and Theo with Terry. Severus seemed to be nicer this year, or maybe it was because most of the class were Slytherins, he actually liked Harry now, and he'd always respected the Ravenclaws.

The class seemed to slowly crawl by but Harry didn't feel too bad. He suspected it was Draco; the part veela's scent warmed his heart and he smelled faintly of Lucius. Harry had to stop himself wrapping his arms around the blonde and hugging him to death.

Thankfully Severus had placed the pairs a good distance apart, two desks between each so they couldn't copy each other. He rolled his eyes every time he passed Harry and Draco, the Gryffindor asking if Draco had eaten enough dinner and breakfast, if he was having any troubles, so on. Draco just grinned the entire time.

Herbology was with Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Padme and Parvati. Harry and Hermione were partnered up, the Patel twins immediately jumping to each other's sides, and Neville offered to go with Ron because the red-head needed all the help he could get. Dean, Hannah, and Justin were paired together because there weren't enough students.

Madam Sprout greeted them all and got stuck right in; talking enthusiastically about magical plants and soil. Neville and Hannah were in their prime, both competing for smartest herbologist. Hermione was a clean third, leaving everyone else to stumble around and try to keep up.

{oOo}

Harry picked at his lunch, not feeling very hungry. Lucius wasn't at the staff table and it made Harry sigh. He pushed his plate away, ignoring the concerned look Hermione threw him.

{oOo}

All the eighth years were present for Transifugration. Harry sat next to Draco so Hermione could sit with Ron and try and work on him. The red-head hadn't been vicious to Harry or anything, he'd just been... nothing, really. Harry was worried Ron would never accept his and Lucius' bond.

Draco sensed all this and kept an arm against Harry, sooting the Gryffindor with his presence.

{oOo}

Harry had a free period before Charms and should have headed for the Gryffindor common-room to get started on the mountains of homework his professors had set.

Instead he found himself heading for the third floor. And then he was standing outside the DADA classroom.

Harry took a deep breath and knocked. There was a strong, 'Come in,' and Harry pushed the door open.

The classroom was filled with first year Ravenclaws and Slytherins. All gaped as Harry Potter moved further into the room.

'Mr Potter?' Lucius questioned, standing from behind his desk. His elegant script was written on the chalk board and Harry glanced at it before shifting from foot to foot.

'Um, Professor Malfoy, I needed to see you about my... homework.'

Lucius smiled slightly, not enough to be seen by the first years, but Harry knew it was there. He nodded and said, 'We can talk in my office.'

Harry walked across the room, trying to ignore the stares of over two dozen kids. He climbed the circular stairs that led to Lucius' office, the blond close behind.

'Don't think you can talk while I'm in my office,' Lucius warned the students. 'If I hear so much as a single word I'll put you on cleaning duty with Professor Snape. He could always use some extra hands to clean out the grime in his cauldrons.'

The first years looked terrified and busied themselves with their notes. Lucius smirked in satisfaction and joined Harry in his office, closing the door. A wave of Lucius' hand had silence and locking charms put up and Harry was immediately in his arms.

Harry crushed their lips together as Lucius wound his arms around the slim boy's waist. Harry was lifted and his legs wrapped around the Slytherin's hips, both groaning at the feeling.

'Gods, I missed you,' Lucius said between kisses, words muffled and voice thick with arousal.

'Me too,' Harry said quickly, pulling Lucius closer by the hair. 'Couldn't sleep last night... missed you... bed too cold without you...'

'Shut up,' Lucius hissed and forced his tongue into the Gryffindor's mouth. Harry moaned loudly and thrust his crotch forward, trying to get some much needed friction to his groin.

Lucius was a merciless tease, holding Harry too high for their erections to press together. He pulled back to kiss down Harry's jaw, licking his ear before going south. Harry groaned and tilted his head.

'Yes, oh Gods, yes,' Harry said as Lucius moved closer to his Mark. 'Mark me, Lucius, Mark me as yours!'

Lucius pulled Harry's collar aside, tie almost strangling the teen, and wet his lips. A feral groan was ripped from Harry's throat as Lucius' teeth sank into the Mark, tongue licking and lips sucking. Harry went completely limp and Lucius turned them, taking a few steps before thrusting Harry against the door.

'So beautiful,' Lucius whispered once he'd removed his teeth. Harry whimpered at the loss. 'Shh, my little one,' Lucius said softly. 'There's plenty of time.'

He went back to kissing Harry's neck, careful not to leave any love bites that could be seen. His right arm was tight around Harry's waist, his left moving and fidgeting until he could stroke Harry's thigh.

'Lucius,' Harry groaned, head tipped back and resting against the cold stone wall.

'What do you want, Harry?' Lucius asked, licking the teenager's jaw. 'Tell me what you want.'

Harry bit his lip as Lucius' hand moved closer to his crotch. 'P-Please,' he begged.

'Please what?' Lucius said.

Harry whimpered again.

'You're the sub here, Harry,' Lucius whispered erotically. 'Tell me what you want, what you need.'

'Y-You,' Harry said. 'Y-Your hand... t-touch me... please.'

Lucius pulled back to look into Harry's eyes, his pupils blown with lust. 'What was that?'

'Please touch me,' Harry begged.

Lucius' fingers trailed up and down his trouser covered leg. 'And where, dear one, would you like me to touch you?'

'Don't make me say it.'

Lucius smirked broadly. 'I'm afraid I must, Harry. How else am I to know what you want?'

'Gods,' Harry groaned. 'You fucking tease.'

Lucius had barely ever heard Harry swear and it sent delicious waves of pleasure to his cock. He shifted Harry down so the teenager's arse was resting against his erection. Harry gasped.

'What was that?'

'Lucius, touch my cock!' Harry shouted.

Lucius grinned. 'With pleasure, my love.'

Lucius worked slowly, torturesly slowly, fingers moving up Harry's school trousers gently but surely. He cupped the bulge Harry's erection was making and the teenager groaned, thrusting forward.

'Ah, ah,' Lucius said. 'I'm in charge here, Mr Potter.'

Harry whimpered and moved again.

Lucius' left hand shot up to grab Harry's hair. He pulled back hard, Harry gasping as pain shot through his scalp.

'What did I just say?' Lucius hissed. Harry didn't answer and Lucius pulled back on his hair.

'Ah, you're in charge! Harry gasped.

'Exactly,' Lucius whispered and nuzzled Harry's exposed neck. 'I'll be setting the pace here, Potter.' Harry groaned at the use of his last name. 'Don't you dare move unless I tell you to.'

It was a direct order from his dominant mate and Harry complied. He slumped against the wall and let Lucius have his way.

Lucius smiled in satisfaction. 'There we go, much better.' His voice was a low growl, rough from arousal, and Harry had to fight not to leap up and kiss the man stupid. His veela wouldn't let him and, truth be told, Harry didn't want to; he wanted to obey Lucius, wanted the Slytherin to dicate each and ever little detail. It lifted a weight from Harry's shoulders, pushed his embarassment aside, and meant Harry could concentrate on Lucius and their shared pleasure.

With a soft smile, Lucius quickly gave Harry a kiss. 'Good, little one, you're learning. Let me take care of everything.'

Harry gave Lucius a smile and received another kiss. Suddenly Lucius' hand was back at Harry's crotch, rubbing his erection through his trousers. Harry had to bite his lip to stop from groaning.

'You can speak, little one,' Lucius said. 'I want to hear you.'

'Fuck, Lucius,' Harry groaned immediately, closing his eyes. 'That's... y-yes.'

'Yes?'

'I'd nod but you told me not to move.'

Lucius chuckled. 'Yes, I did.' His fingers slid up to Harry's belt and, with one hand, he undid the buckle. Harry groaned again as his zipper was pulled down and Lucius' warm, strong hand slipped in to touch his underwear.

Harry nearly bucked up, his lower body half twitched, and Lucius stopped immediately.

'I'm sorry,' Harry said quickly. 'Please, keep going.'

'I'm going to train you,' Lucius said, fingers still. 'I expect you to be able to hold completely still while I ravish your body.'

Harry groaned at the thought and Lucius took the oppotunity to squeeze the teenager's erection. This time Harry did jump, teenage hormones over-riding his submissive veela, and Lucius' hand disappeared.

'No!' Harry whined as he was pulled off the wall.

'What did I say?' Lucius demanded.

'D-Don't move,' Harry answered.

'And what did you do?'

Harry looked down. 'Moved.'

'Exactly. If you can't follow my orders, Potter, we're done here.'

'NO, I'M SORRY!' Harry shouted. He clung to Lucius tightly. 'Please, don't stop, I need you!'

Lucius raised an eyebrow.

'I've never... you know I've never done anything,' Harry said quietly. 'Please, give me another chance.'

'Hmm...' Lucius murmured. 'I suppose I can't blame you, this is all very new for you.'

'Very,' Harry agreed.

'Fine,' Lucius said. 'Small amounts of movement only. If you buck into me, move off the wall, or try to kiss me, I will stop and send you back to class. Is that clear?'

Harry nodded once before jerking to a stop. 'S-Sorry. Yes, I understand.'

Lucius looked him over carefully.

'Please, Lucius,' Harry begged. 'I'll be better, I promise.' He paused before saying, 'I'll do better, Professor Malfoy.'

Lucius groaned at the use of his title and appraised Harry's body again, the teenager feeling very hot and lovely against him. Finally his need to pleasure Harry outweighed the need to teach the boy a lesson and he thrust his mate back into the wall. Harry gasped but his only movement was his fingers digging into Lucius' shoulders.

Lucius set about removing Harry's maroon robes, letting them drop to the floor. He leaned against the teenager, keeping him pinned to the wall with his body, and removed his own robes. Lucius was wearing dark trousers and a plain white cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone. He had a waistcoat on over it and the buttons gleamed in the soft light.

Harry bit his lip as Lucius' free hand trailed down his body, finger tracing a nipple through the thin cotton of Harry's shirt. He groaned softly and Lucius smirked, pleased with the noise as he moved even further. Harry could feel his touch even through the shirt. It was like magic, or a flame, burning through Harry's clothes to sear into his skin.

Lucius moved even lower and was finally back at Harry's groin. He pushed the teen's trousers further open before running his finger up and down Harry's trapped cock.

'Fuck,' Harry gasped, never having anyone else touch him but his own hand. He and Lucius had rubbed against each other, yes, but this was completely different. Harry wanted Lucius' hand on his bare skin, wanted the man to touch him and bring him to completion.

Unfortunately for Harry, the Slytherin seemed to be enjoying himself. He stroked again and again until Harry was rock hard, a wet patch growing bigger and bigger on the light grey cotton.

'L-Lucius,' Harry moaned, 'please, I need... touch me, please!'

'Ah, ah,' Lucius chastised. 'This is my classroom, Mr Potter, and I dictate exactly how fast we go, remember?'

Harry whimpered.

Lucius grabbed his erection suddenly and Harry gasped. 'Remember?' the blonde repeated harshly.

'Y-Yes,' Harry nodded vigorously.

Lucius smirked and went back to rubbing Harry through his cotton boxer-briefs. The dark-haired wizard was worried he'd come in his underwear. Each touch just built on the one before it until Harry had to physically restrain himself from moving too much.

All the while Lucius had a smug look on his face, looking the perfect gentlemen as he touched Harry again and again. His body betrayed him though; his eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks pink, and erection straining against his trousers beneath Harry's arse. Harry mewled and shuffled about, begging Lucius with his voice and body.

Eventually Lucius grew tired of teasing (and remembered that he had a class of first years waiting downstairs) and pushed his hand past the waistband of Harry's underwear.

The teenager gasped, eyes going wide, as Lucius' large, delicate hand wrapped around his cock. He whimpered and went completely still, eyes falling shut so he could embrace this new pleasure Lucius had brought to him.

He'd never felt anything like it; every nerve of his body was on end, taut, ready to snap given the proper push. Harry's cock twitched eagerly in Lucius' confident hand, just aching to be stroked.

Lucius did just that. Silver eyes locked onto Harry's closed ones, Lucius stroked the teenager from root to tip, flicking his thumb over the head.

Harry gasped again and his eyes flew open. He stared at Lucius in undisguised amazement, body thrumming from this new feeling.

The blonde smirked, he was only just getting started. Slowly, he stroked Harry a few more times, always from root to tip, and always running his thumb through the pre-ejaculate that oozed over the head of his cock. Harry grunted every time he did, legs shaking as spikes of pleasure shot to his core from his cock.

Harry was amazingly hard, and quite well endowed Lucius was glad to find out. He made all the right noises as Lucius stroked him, mewling and keening, staring at Lucius with those emerald orbs Lucius could melt into. His breathing was steadily increasing, chest rising and falling as his body tried to keep up with what was happening.

Lucius started to move faster and Harry gasped at the change of pace. His hips half bucked but Harry stopped himself at the last second.

'Very good,' Lucius praised.

'Uh,' Harry replied.

Lucius smirked. 'What was that, my dear?'

'Uhhh,' Harry moaned louder.

'What, you want me to stop?'

'FUCK, NO!' Harry screamed.

Lucius blinked. 'No need to defean me, little one.'

'Don't stop, please,' Harry groaned, back arching slightly against the wall. 'Please, Lucius, don't... no, can't handle... that...' He sounded so desperate that Lucius' facade cracked a little. His own arousal pushed persistently at his zipper and Lucius let a soft moan of enjoyment escape.

His fist encased Harry's cock tightly and he pumped harder, Harry grunting against him, eyes once more sliding shut.

Hard and wet, just for me, Lucius thought as he watched Harry shudder again. Just for me, always. Lucius groaned but Harry didn't hear it, too caught up in his own pleasure. Mine, Lucius' veela whispered in his ear as the band around his heart gave an almighty pull.

Suddenly Lucius wrenched Harry from the wall, the teenager gasping and scrambling to keep hold of the blonde's shoulders. He blinked as Lucius carried him to the desk.

'Lucius?'

Instead of answering, Lucius slammed Harry onto the desk, parchment and books flying. Lucius quickly unfastened his belt and trousers, getting them down so they fell around his ankles. His boxers followed and Harry groaned as he looked down.

Lucius was thick and long, cock throbbing and bright red as blood was pumped to the organ. He had soft blonde pubic hair that Harry wanted to touch, but his legs refused to move from around Lucius' waist.

Harry imagined what it would feel like to have that inside him. Surely it was too big? That would never fit into him.

Lucius pressed himself against the teenager and all thoughts but one left Harry's head; HOLY FUCKING HELL DOES THAT FEEL GOOOOOOOD!

A low growl escaped Lucius' lips and Harry mewled in response, body completely still as he waited to see what his mate would do. The dominant veela in Lucius took control and the man thrust himself forward.

His cock slid along Harry's shaft as well as his stomach, spreading warmth, arousal, and pre-come. Harry moaned and bit his lip, fresh pleasure racing through his body. This was far better then anything he'd ever done before and Harry never wanted it to stop.

Lucius stopped suddenly and Harry growled in annoyance. A small chuckle came from the blonde before he waved his hand. When Lucius' cock touched Harry's again it was dripping wet. The teenager flew into a sitting position, almost knocking Lucius back.

'Easy, little one,' Lucius said softly. 'It makes this easier and more pleasurable.'

Harry looked up at him.

Lucius leaned down and kissed Harry gently. 'I promise not to go any further then touching you, Harry. I know you're not ready and I would never betray your trust.'

Harry swallowed and nodded. He eased himself back down with Lucius' help and the blonde paused before starting to gently thrust against the teenager beneath him.

Slowly the pleasure Harry had felt before came back, each of Lucius' pushes adding onto what he was feeling. Soon the Gryffindor was whimpering and moaning again, moving his body slightly under Lucius' bulk. Lucius' hands were on his hips, pulling Harry against him gently to add more stimulation.

'Fuck, Luce,' Harry groaned and arched up. Lucius was too aroused to berate the boy and instead welcomed each and every movement Harry made. 'Please, Lucius, more!' Harry begged. 'Yes, right... right there!' he said after Lucius changed his angle. Now his cock was sliding along Harry's testicles, shaft, and stomach, making the teenager whimper loudly.

'Gods, Harry,' Lucius said, voice cracking as he finally broke. He lost all dominance and control as he crashed their hips together, pleasure assaulting his body like never before. Harry felt better then every previous lover combined, the boy's body and moans making everything so much better.

'Aaahhh...' Harry groaned loudly.

'Harry,' Lucius grunted, now thrusting like mad as he crashed towards his climax. Suddenly he wrapped his right hand around both their shafts and pulled.

Harry's fingers dug into Lucius' neck, close to drawing blood as the teenager writhed and moaned on the desk. Lucius moved again, left hand taking over the pumping as his right ripped Harry's collar aside. Wetting his lips, Lucius moved down.

'Ah, yes!' Harry gasped as Lucius' lips moved closer and closer to his Mark. 'Lucius, Merlin, so close... just... ah... yes...'

When Lucius' teeth sank into his Mark and sucked back, Harry lost himself completely. He came violently and thrust up against his mate, fingers breaking Lucius' skin as he climaxed. Harry shouted Lucius' name, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he emptied himself across both their stomachs.

Lucius growled loudly, possessively, and hissed against Harry's neck. 'Say you're mine!'

'Y-Yours,' Harry gasped out, trying to speak through the pleasure. 'I'm yours, Lucius.'

Lucius groaned. 'Mine,' he whispered and grabbed Harry's right hip with his hand, keeping the teenager moving againt his still raging erection.

'Always,' Harry whimpered as his sensative and softening cock was tugged again. 'Always yours... Luce...'

Lucius bent his head, forehead pressed to Harry's shoulder. Harry threaded his fingers through the blonde's hair and pulled him up for a kiss.

Their lips met and Lucius came, groan swallowed by Harry's mouth as the teenager sucked on his tongue. Semen leaked across their already soiled shirts and Lucius shuddered, arms aching as his fingers dug into Harry's trouser clad hip.

When he could think straight, Lucius kissed Harry back. Their lips were soft and gentle, spreading warmth through their aching bodies. They stayed where they were for at least ten minutes, Lucius hovering over Harry, Harry lying weakly on the table.

Harry's legs fell to rest against the table and Lucius loosened his grip on the teenager. He moved his hands to the desk and leaned on it heavily, spreading come and lubricant across the wooden surface.

'Gods,' Harry groaned.

All Lucius could do was nod as he stared at his mate. Harry looked delicious; lying back on the wood, completely submissive, shirt riding up and covered in both their seed. His legs were spread wide, Lucius leaning against his still exposed crotch.

He was still breathtakingly beautiful.

A knock on the door made them both jump and Lucius cleared his throat softly. With a wave of his hand, the silencing charm was removed.

'Yes?' Lucius called in a clear voice as Harry panted beneath him.

'P-Professor Malfoy,' came the timid voice of a little boy. 'C-Class is over... can we go?'

Lucius blinked and quickly pulled out his pocketwatch. He swore softly and said, 'Yes, pack up your things and leave. Tell the class to read chapter one by next lesson.'

The Slytherin looked back down at his mate and groaned softly. Harry was bright red, still breathing heavily, and Lucius felt fresh arousal sweep through his body.

But they didn't have the time and, as much as Lucius would love to bring Harry to completion again, they both had classes to get to. It was with regret that Lucius pulled back.

He slid his wand from his walking stick and waved it at their clothes. Semen and sweat disappeared as Harry sat up gingerly, looking slightly weak as he did his trousers up. Both were silent as they finished getting dressed, Lucius turning to help Harry into his robes.

Lucius' long, thin fingers brushed through Harry's hair and down his face. Harry hummed and watched as his mate tided his maroon-coloured school robes.

'That was amazing, little one,' Lucius said.

'Mm, I agree,' Harry grinned. He leaned up and kissed Lucius softly, both losing themselves in the gesture. Before they started ripping their clothes off again, Lucius pulled back. Harry groaned but said, 'I know, I know.'

'I don't want to stop, Harry, but we both have class,' Lucius said. He pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips before saying, 'I'll see you soon, my love.'

Harry sighed and hugged his mate quickly before, after one quick checkover, he left. There were a bunch of second years waiting outside the classroom door and all stared at Harry as he left.

Harry hoped they weren't old enough to suspect what he'd been up to.

Chapter 13: Night Time Activities

Lucius' and Harry's time together in the DADA room didn't satisfy them like both had hoped. Harry stilled moped around whenever he didn't have DADA and Lucius still terrorised his students because he missed the Gryffindor teen.

Neither realised just how bad it was getting until the night three days after their tryst.

Like every night since school had started, Harry went to bed alone. He was moving about worse then ever and had woken up on the floor the previous morning. Neville and the others asked if he was okay and Harry lied, said he was fine. Only Ron didn't seem to believe him, the red-head looking at him curiously every night before bed.

It was nearing midnight and Harry tossed and turned, whimpering under his breath. He was covered in sweat, eyes rolling behind his closed lids, and his pillows were on the ground. He smacked one hand against the headboard as he rolled over yet again but it didn't wake him.

It woke Neville, who climbed from his bed to see Harry thrashing about. Before he could get to the other Gryffindor, Harry screamed.

Pain ripped through the green-eyed teen's chest, making him sit upright and grab his shirt. The agony only intensified, burning through his body and making the Lucius Band around his heart flex painfully.

Harry fell back onto the bed and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He moved even crazier then before, limbs twisting and turning as he sucked in great lungfulls of air.

Neville knew Harry had nightmares, had been woken by a fair few, but he'd never seen anything like this. He stared at Harry for a second before running to Ron and pulling back the covers.

'Ron! Ron, get up!

Always a deep sleeper, Ron groaned and rolled over, ignoring Neville completely.

Harry screamed again, vocal chords scratching together as noise forced its way from his lips. Dean and Seamus were up now, the latter running to get Hermione. Neville pushed Ron violently and finally the red-head sat up.

'Wha? Wha's wrong?'

'Something's wrong with Harry!' Neville said

Harry whimpered and tossed, almost flinging himself off the bed. Dean caught him and held on as Harry fought against him, punching the dark teen in the gut and making him drop to his knees.

Neville joined Dean and helped him push Harry back onto the bed. The other wizard didn't stay still, though; he twisted and rolled, flung himself against the headboard and shouted in absolute agony.

'What's wrong with him?' Dean said, fear clouding his dark eyes.

Ron had a suspicion but it wasn't until Hermione burst into the dormitory, looking wild-eyed and bushy, that he knew for sure.

'Ron, we have to get him to...' she trailed off and stared at her friend, who nodded in understanding.

'Get him where?' Neville asked.

'Dumbledore,' Ron lied quickly as he climbed onto Harry's bed. 'Dumbledore will know.'

Dean and Neville had to hold Harry down so Ron could pick him up. The taller boy got Harry into his arms and Harry curled into his chest, whimpering loudly. Sweat ran down his forehead and Neville grabbed his glasses, handing them to Hermione.

Half of Gryffindor Tower had woken up at Harry's screams. They watched wide-eyed as Hermione led Ron down the stairs and across the common-room. Everyone parted when Harry screamed again, voice sounding hoarse and desperate.

Hermione pushed the Fat Lady open and they ran straight into Draco Malfoy.

'Oh thank Merlin,' the blonde said. 'Hurry!'

Draco had woken to the two thin bands around his heart squeezing tightly, forcing pain through his chest. He'd known immediately what was wrong and had ripped himself from bed, using every short cut he knew to get to Gryffindor Tower.

He, Hermione and Ron quickly ran through the dark castle, Harry's shouts and groans echoing through the corridors. They ran into two prefects and a teacher as they made their way to Lucius' quarters, but all backed away quickly when they saw the state Harry was in.

The Gryffindor was extremely pale, eyes darting behind his lids, fingers wrapped in Ron's shirt so tightly his knuckles were white. He kicked out, almost smashing Draco in the face, but the Slytherin quickly moved aside and pressed a hand to Harry's forehead.

It seemed to calm Harry down, who didn't scream again until they were at Lucius' quarters.

'I don't know the password!' Draco groaned.

'What do we do?' Hermione said desperately.

The portrait swung open suddenly and Severus Snape stared down at them.

'Thank Merlin,' he said, echoing the Malfoy heir as he stepped back. 'Quickly, inside.'

They moved in and Severus led them to Lucius' room.

'He called me about twenty minutes ago, said he wasn't feeling well,' Severus explained. 'And then he started screaming and thrashing about like a Dementor was attacking him.'

'Harry too, sir,' Hermione said, looking terrified. 'What's wrong with them?'

'It's their bond, they've spent too much time apart,' Draco whispered, sounding as scared as Hermione.

Ron quickened his pace until Severus was pushing him through the bedroom door. Lucius was lying twisted in the sheets, blonde head thrown back and lips parted in a desperate moan.

Harry whimpered and Ron carried him to the bed, lowering his friend until he and Lucius touched.

Lucius immediately sat up, eyes only half open. He wrapped his arms around Harry and tugged him down, growling ferociously at Ron.

'Step back, Weasley,' Severus said quickly. Ron dropped Harry onto the Malfoy patriarch and hurried back, Hermione pulling on his shirt.

Harry let out a groan that seemed to come from his very soul. His fingers pulled at Lucius' shirt, ripping the fabric completely clear in his haste to get at flushed skin. It was thrown aside as Lucius grabbed Harry by the hair, tugging his head to the side and exposing his neck.

Before he could Mark his mate, Lucius looked up. He couldn't recognise any of the people standing in his room, only knew that one was his kit, the other three strangers to his veela-powered mind.

He growled loudly, the threat echoing around the room, and Severus grabbed Ron and Hermione, Draco having already hastened from the room. 'Out, quickly!' he hissed.

The three ran from the room and Severus slammed the door shut.

Lucius waited a few seconds to make sure they weren't coming back before sinking his teeth into Harry's Mark. Harry groaned and went limp, body and soul responding to his dominant mate.

The blonde didn't pull back until Harry's Mark was as dark as it could possibly be. Both were still shaking, their pain mixing together. Tears sprang into Harry's eyes and he whimpered, clawing at Lucius' naked chest.

Their pain was so great that their veelas took over, pushing the two wizards back. Lucius threw Harry onto his back and ripped the teenager's boxers free. Harry groaned and arched up as Lucius tore at his own pyjama pants.

Suddenly they were both naked and pressed against each other. Lucius growled and thrust down, veela magic crackling around them. Harry whimpered and pushed up against his mate, eyes wide open and locked onto Lucius' own.

They writhed and grunted, pushing against each other hard. Slowly their pain faded as their bodies rubbed together, both veelas growling and groaning. Lucius nipped hard at Harry's skin, covering his neck and jaw in love bites. Harry's fingers threaded through Lucius' hair and tugged him down for a kiss.

Their lips were harsh and wet, tongues sloppily licking at each other as they got lost in the veela magic, the bond, pain fading to a thing of the past.

As soon as they climaxed, their combined veela magic exploded, shattering the window and blowing the wardrobe door off it's hinges. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as the bathroom door cracked loudly. Warm liquid coated both their bodies, filling the air with the hot, heady scent of sex.

Lucius dropped and Harry curled into him, trying to get closer and closer. Lucius' arms wrapped around his body and held him tightly as they shuddered together.

{oOo}

Hermione had fetched Albus and the Headmaster sat on the sofa beside Severus. Ron was standing behind the arm chair Hermione occupied and Draco was sitting near the hallway, back pressed to the archway. His body was shaking, arms wound tight around his legs, face burried in his knees.

Suddenly there was an explosion and Draco jerked where he sat. The others felt the raw creature magic coming from down the hall and Draco groaned.

'Are you okay?' Severus demanded, half rising from his seat.

'Fine,' Draco gasped, still shaking, face looking pale. He blinked and said, 'It's fine, they're fine.' He shook his head. 'They're together, pain's gone.'

Draco had been able to feel their pain, the emotions mixing together to make his heart ache and soul feel like it was cracking. He was sitting as close as he could to the other two veelas without hearing exactly what they were doing.

The Slytherin took a deep, shuddering breath, and relaxed more.

'What happened?' Ron demanded. 'Neville woke me and said there was something wrong with Harry. He was screaming and thrashing around, I've never seen him in that much pain.'

Albus sighed and lifted his half-moon specticles to rub at his eyes. 'It's their bond, it wasn't strong enough to handle the seperation,' the Headmaster said.

'You fool,' Severus hissed. 'You didn't hear them, Albus! It was... terrible...'

Albus knew it must have been horrible if Severus Snape was shaken. He sighed again and slipped his glasses back on. 'Harry will have to move back in here,' he told them. 'I thought their bond would be stronger now.'

'They haven't completed it,' Draco said softly. 'They're not completely bonded.'

'How do they bond completely?' Ron asked. The others looked at him. 'What?'

'Are you sure you want to know, Mr Weasley?' Dumbledore asked.

'Yes,' Ron said. 'Harry's my best friend and I want him to be safe. The sounds he was making...' he shivered, Harry's screams still echoing in his head.

Severus took pity on the boy and decided to get it over with. 'Penetrative sex,' he told the Gryffindor. 'That is the way to complete their bond.'

Ron turned red before gulping and nodding.

'Will they be okay now?' Hermione asked.

'They'll have to spend a while together, alone,' Dumbledore said and looked at Draco.

The part veela concentrated, seeking out the two bands around his heart that told him Harry's and Lucius' emotions. 'Twenty-six hours,' he said.

'Very well, I'll inform the staff that Harry won't be in class. Severus, can you take Lucius' classes?'

The potions master inclined his head.

'Mr Malfoy, you will be excused from class too,' Albus said. 'Stay here and watch them, make sure no one tries to disturb them.'

'Why?' Ron asked. He didn't know as much about veelas as the others and was confused.

'You heard Lucius growl,' Severus said. 'His veela has taken over and it's dominant; it will protect Harry. At the moment he will see everyone as a threat and won't hesitate to kill you.'

Ron gulped and said, 'Right, okay. Don't disturb the veelas, got it.'

'Thank you,' Draco said suddenly, looking at the red-head.

'No worries,' Ron shrugged. 'I know Harry and I haven't been talking but... he's my best friend, I want him to be safe. And I never, ever want to hear him making those noises again.'

'Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, go back to Gryffindor Tower and tell the others Harry is safe,' Albus said. 'Make up an excuse about Harry suffering night terrors over the war. That should satisfy curious ears for now. Thank you both and if you need to talk about what happened, or need some time, just let me know.'

Hermione and Ron nodded and Severus stood to escort them back to Gryffindor Tower. Albus looked at Draco, who said, 'I'll be fine, Headmaster. I just need to be near them.'

Albus knew Draco would sit there all night. He couldn't get any closer, even as Lucius' kit the adult veela might not take too kindly to another male getting close to Harry.

The Headmaster waved his hand and a futton appeared on the floor beside Draco as well as a warm blanket and soft pillow. Draco threw him a thankful look and crawled onto the futton, wrapping himself in the blanket and hunkering down.

Albus smiled before leaving.

Draco took a deep breath as the bands around his heart squeezed again, washing the young veela in affection and calm. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to relax his body so he could get some sleep.

Chapter 14: The Bond That Almost Broke

Harry was surrounded by the most warm, comfortable... something. He didn't know what it was... too soft to be a blanket, yet with an underlying hardness he couldn't place. His aching body was pushed up against it, nose pressed to something that smelled absolutely delicious. Something else was stroking his hair beautifully and Harry hummed, moving closer.

There was a chuckle and Harry frowned. Who was chuckling? And why was this warm, nicely smelling thing moving? He growled in annoyance and pushed a weak arm forward, trying to convey that he wanted it to stop.

It moved again and Harry groaned.

'Open your eyes, little one,' a soft, authoratative voice said from somewhere above him.

Slowly, Harry peeled his eyes open. It was too bright and his body hurt. Harry whimpered and the same voice spoke to him.

'Shh, I just wanted you to know that you're safe.' A kiss was pressed to his sweaty forehead and Harry frowned.

'Lucius?' he whimpered, trying to move and look up at his mate.

But Lucius pushed him back under the blankets and said, 'Yes, my sweet Harry. Go back to sleep.'

'Hurts,' Harry said. He felt like he'd been beaten up by ten bludgers, Crabbe and Goyle, and a Dementor.

'I know, love,' Lucius whispered, breath washing over Harry's face. His arms tightened around the teen, right hand threading through his hair soothingly. 'Go back to sleep. When you wake you'll feel better.'

Harry did as he was told and settled back down, body feeling achy and bruised. He fell asleep against Lucius' solid body, the teen able to feel his steady heart beat through his chest.

{oOo}

When Harry woke again it was dark, moonlight streaming through the broken window. He stared at it, trying to figure out how it'd been broken... and where the hell he was.

Harry remembered going to sleep in his dormitory. But now...

'Awake, I see.'

Rolling over, Harry sat up to see Lucius. The Slytherin was sitting up reading, one hand pushed into Harry's dark and messy hair. Harry groaned as manicured nails scratched at his scalp, sending pleasure and relaxation through his body.

'What happened?' Harry finally managed to ask after blinking back sleep.

Lucius set his novel aside and turned to face the Gryffindor. 'Do you remember anything?'

Frowning, Harry went through his mind, trying to remember how he'd ended up... he realised he was back in the room he and Lucius had shared for a month.

Suddenly it all came sweeping back and Harry whimpered as memories of the pain, the absolute torture, flooded his system. Lucius reached out and pulled Harry into him, making soft, soothing noises as Harry curled into him.

Lucius pulled the teen onto his lap and hugged him close. 'Shh, little veela, it's okay.'

'It hurt so much,' Harry gasped, tears threatening to break free as his body shuddered.

'Relax, Harry, breathe deeply,' Lucius ordered. 'Calm yourself.'

Harry took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with Lucius' scent. He still couldn't quite say what it was, only that it calmed him down, aroused him, and made him feel protected all at the same time.

When Harry calmed down, Lucius explained.

'We spent too much time apart,' the older veela said, continuing to run his fingers through Harry's hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on the teenager's lower back. 'Our bond was stretched too far and reacted violently.'

'So... we were in that much pain because we spent too much time apart?' Harry asked.

Lucius nodded. 'Our bond is strong, Harry, but it couldn't handle it. We spent that time together in my office and then only shared a few kisses. Our veela needed each other and... well, you saw what happened.'

Harry shivered before wetting his lips. 'So... what do we do?'

'We have to spend more time together,' Lucius said, 'and that includes nights.'

'I have to move back in here,' Harry said. A statement, not a question.

Lucius nodded again. 'I'm sorry, I know you wanted to keep up a normal facade. But unless you want us both to feel that again, we'll have to be together.'

'I never wanted to leave, Lucius,' the Gryffindor said. 'I just thought it'd be for the best... but no, I never want to feel that way again.'

'Good,' Lucius said, relief evident in his voice.

'Will it always be like that?' Harry asked.

'No,' Lucius said. 'The longer we spend together, the stronger our bond becomes. When we complete it, we'll have to stay together for a number of months. But a year or two after that we'll be able to spend up to a week apart. Any longer and we'll be in extraordinary pain.'

Harry nodded slowly before he realised something. 'Lucius?'

'Mm?'

'That pain... it was our veelas dying, wasn't it?' Lucius was silent. 'Wasn't it?' Harry pushed.

'Yes,' Lucius finally admitted. 'It was our hearts, our souls, and our creatures cracking and fading away.'

'How long did we have?'

'A matter of hours,' Lucius said. 'If you hadn't been brought here we would have been dead by morning.'

Harry shuddered violently and Lucius pulled him in.

'It didn't happen, little one, we're safe,' Lucius said.

'Gods, Lucius, I nearly lost you!' Harry choked. Finally the tears fell and he pressed his face into Lucius' neck. He cried and whimpered, body breaking down. Lucius held him tightly, own eyes prickling with unshed tears.

But he held them back. He had to be strong for Harry, had to make sure his mate felt protected, safe.

So he sat and murmured calming words, stroking Harry's back and hair, nibbling on his Mark and kissing him softly for hours.

{oOo}

Harry yawned and shifted against Lucius' chest. He felt amazingly warm, more so then he ever had before in Lucius' arms. He wondered why that was and looked down, thinking maybe Lucius had bought a thicker blanket.

He stared in shock as he realised he wasn't wearing a shirt... or trousers... and Lucius wasn't either. Blood rushed to Harry's cheeks, making him glow bright red. Lucius felt Harry's embarrassment thunder through his body and looked down.

'What's wrong?'

'We're... we're... n-naked,' Harry squeaked. He could feel Lucius, all of Lucius. His thighs were strong beneath Harry, his chest and stomach firm. And then there was... that other part, the part Harry really liked, which was currently soft and under his arse.

Lucius smirked. 'Feel something you like?' It seemed impossible but there it was; Harry was even redder then before.

'Um... um...' Harry was at a loss for words and Lucius chuckled. Suddenly the teen remembered what they'd done the previous night and groaned.

'Harry, relax,' Lucius said. 'Yes, we rubbed against each other naked.' He paused. 'Did you know that's a form of sex?'

'WHAT?' Harry shouted.

'Congratulations, Mr Potter, you are no longer a virgin,' Lucius said.

'Fuck off!' Harry snapped.

Lucius grinned. 'I'm serious, Harry. Not all gay men penetrate each other. What we did is a form of sex, just as oral sex is. You're a virgin in the sense you've never been penetrated, or penetrated another man, but you can now say you've had sex... three times, in fact, if you count the time in my office and before you went to the Weasleys.'

Harry scrambled back off Lucius and drew the blankets around him.

'What?'

'Get dressed,' Harry said.

Lucius raised an eyebrow.

'I'm serious.'

'Harry, I've seen you naked.'

'We were... our veelas took control,' Harry said, 'it's not the same as choosing to look at each other naked.'

'Harry, remember the time in my offic-'

'Get dressed!'

Lucius sighed but said, 'Fine.' He slipped from their bed and stood before Harry in all his naked glory.

Harry gaped, mouth hanging open and eyes going wide. His bright green eyes roamed up and down Lucius' body, taking everything in and storing it away for future enjoyment.

Lucius enjoyed the attention and stretched, imposing his full form on poor Harry, who's teenage hormones were running mental. The Gryffindor was already hard and he gulped.

'Want me to take care of that?' Lucius asked, feeling Harry's arousal.

'No,' Harry said. 'Go have a shower.'

'I think you're the one who needs a shower,' Lucius said. It wasn't entirely true. As Harry grew more and more aroused, so did Lucius. His cock was thickening, lengthening, and Harry's eyes fell on it. It only grew bigger under the teenager's gaze.

'LUCIUS!' Harry shouted.

'Fine, fine,' Lucius huffed. He turned and headed for the bathroom (slowly), Harry staring at his arse the entire time.

{oOo}

Lucius grumbled as he climbed back into bed wearing pyjama pants and a shirt. Harry was in boxers and one of Lucius' shirt, the fabric smelling like the blonde and making Harry sigh happily.

When they cuddled under the blankets, Harry frowned. It didn't feel right and he moved about, trying to find a comfortable spot. When his hands brushed Lucius' bare stomach, the man's shirt having ridden up, Harry felt something spread through his chest.

Touching Lucius' naked skin just felt... right. And it calmed Harry down, made the teenager feel protected.

'Um... Lucius?' he asked.

'Mm?' The Slytherin had been dozing above him and opened his silver eyes. 'What is it?'

'Can... can you take your shirt off?' Harry asked softly.

Lucius stared at him before smirking wickidly. 'Oh really?'

'Don't be dirty,' Harry said. 'Please, for me, just do it.'

Still smiling, Lucius sat and pulled the shirt off, throwing it across the room. He settled back down and Harry snuggled into him. It still didn't feel quite right and Harry shifted back. Lucius watched as the Gryffindor pulled his own shirt off, exposing his well-muscled, lithe frame to the early morning light.

Harry laid back down and sighed loudly. Finally, finally he was comfortable. Lucius was warm and strong beside him, skin beautifully warm. And that smell!

Lucius had the best scent ever and Harry still didn't know how to describe it. It was better then any cologne, any perfume or flower of food. Harry wanted to bottle it and spray it around every room he entered.

'Happy now?' Lucius asked.

'Mm,' Harry nodded.

'How about we lose the underwear?' Lucius suggested.

'Nope,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius cursed and Harry grinned.

{oOo}

When Harry and Lucius finally left the bedroom, it was late afternoon of the next day. They were both starving and decided to actually eat at the table. They exited the hallway and Harry nearly tripped over something.

He winced as pain flared through his toe.

'Draco?'

Harry looked down at Lucius' exclaimation. Draco was curled up on some type of mattress thing, a blanket pulled around his tall frame. He rolled over and looked up, a bright smile spreading across his handsome face.

'DAD, HARRY!' he shouted and leapt up. The Slytherin hugged his father first, wanting to make sure Lucius wouldn't snap at him for hugging Harry. When Lucius hugged back, Draco grinned. He immediately threw his arms around Harry too, breathing in deeply. 'Thank Merlin you two are okay,' Draco said.

'What are you doing here?' Harry asked.

Draco pulled them both into the dining room. 'Dobby?' The small elf appeared and bowed deeply.

'Masters Harry and Lucius are okay,' Dobby said in relief. 'Dobby felt the veelas pain, all the elves did,' Dobby told them. 'We are so happy now.'

'Um... thank you,' Harry said.

'What can Dobby gets Masters Harry, Lucius and Draco?' Dobby asked, big eyes wide.

Draco said, 'I'll have three roast chicken sandwiches with lettuce, pickles and mayonaise.'

Dobby nodded and turned to Harry. 'A big bowl of chicken soup and crackers please, Dobby.'

Another nod and it was Lucius' turn. 'Tuna bake,' Lucius told the elf, 'and a pitcher of iced pumpkin juice to share, please.'

Dobby disappeared with a crack.

'Now, your question,' Draco said, turning to face Harry across the table. Lucius and Harry were right next to each other, Lucius with his arm around his mate, Harry leaning into his body. 'I felt your pain,' the young blonde explained, 'and went to Gryffindor Tower. Weasley and Granger appeared, the red-head carrying you, and we came here.'

'Wait, Ron carried me?' Harry asked.

Draco nodded. 'You were tossing and screaming,' he said, 'and the easiest way to get you here at such short notice was to carry you, I don't think Weasley even stopped for his wand.

'Anyway, Uncle Sev was here and he said Father was acting the same way as you,' Draco said. 'We put you together and got the hell out of there.'

'Then what?' Lucius asked.

'We talked about what had happened and decided it best to leave you two alone,' Draco said. 'I needed to stay close but I didn't want to hear exactly what you two were doing.' He wrinkled his nose and Harry blushed. 'So I stayed near the hallway.'

'You slept on that mattress?' Harry asked.

Draco nodded. There was a crack and Dobby reappeared with another two elves. They laid the food down and all of them, bowed after receiving thanks, and disappeared.

'How long have we been here?' Harry asked as he dipped his spoon into his soup. Lucus poured the three of them goblets of pumpkin juice before setting the pitcher back down.

'Almost a day,' Draco said. 'You were brought in just after midnight this morning.'

'We'll need more time,' Lucius said.

'How long?' Harry asked as he sucked his spoon.

'Another half a day, maybe longer,' Lucius said. 'We'll see how we feel in the morning.'

Harry nodded before groaning. 'This is good soup.' He dipped a cracker in and Lucius smiled indulgently. Draco shook his head and started on his own food.

{oOo}

Harry and Lucius were sitting together on one of the arm chairs, bodies pressed together and lips hard. Draco had gone to nap in the guest room, leaving Harry and Lucius alone.

Harry knew he'd never be able to get enough of Lucius' lips, his tongue. It was an addiction Harry never wanted to give up.

They were unaware they weren't alone until another scent hit Lucius' nostrils. He ripped his lips away from Harry and growled, arms tightening around the Gryffindor.

Albus Dumbledore stayed a few feet away and raised his arms. 'I mean you no harm.'

Rather then calm down, Lucius got angrier. He leapt to his feet, Harry stumbling, and stalked towards the Headmaster.

'You stupid old man!' Lucius snarled. 'You shouldn't have let Harry go back to Gryffindor Tower, he almost died!'

Albus nodded, knowing that veela was right. 'I apologise again, Lucius,' he said.

'Your apologies mean nothing to me!' Lucius snarled. 'My mate could have died!'

'Lucius-' Harry tried, only to be cut off.

'No, Harry!' Lucius shouted, face looking fierce. 'Dumbledore is a fucking genius, he should have known! He had no right to suggest that you stay with the other Gryffindors! If he had any brains at all he would have told you to stay here!'

'He's not the boss of me,' Harry huffed.

'No, I am!' Lucius snarled and wrapped an arm around the teenager. He glared into Harry's eyes and the Gryffindor gulped. 'You'll stay here, do you hear me? I don't care if the students gossip, I don't care if all of wizarding fucking Britain knows! You are my mate, my world, and you will stay here where I can protect you!'

He kissed Harry hard, lips posessive and fingers digging into the green-eyed wizard's arms. Harry gasped, the sound swallowed by Lucius' mouth. When the Slytherin pulled back he snarled again.

'Do you hear me?' he said, voice dangerously low.

Harry nodded quickly, his veela recognising Lucius' tone and knowing the man was trying to protect him. 'Yes,' Harry said. 'I'll stay here.'

Lucius snorted in acceptance and glared at Dumbledore. On some level he knew this was just as much his fault; he should have known he and Harry were spending too much time apart. But all this bonding was knew to Lucius; he'd gone years without his mate. It was fresh, raw.

Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, a knowledgable man, and should have bloody known.

Plus Lucius had to blame someone, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be himself or Harry.

'Again, I'm sorry, Lucius,' Dumbledore said. 'I didn't know you and Harry would react this violently.'

Lucius opened his mouth to shout again but was stopped by Harry, who placed a hand on his chest.

'Lucius,' he said softly, 'Albus already apologised and we're fine, both of us. So please, stop yelling.'

Lucius wanted to shout all bloody day but Harry looked tired. He still had dark bags under his eyes and his face was pale. Lucius knew he didn't look much better.

So he relented and glared at Dumbledore. 'Please leave, now.'

Dumbledore nodded and stood. He smiled at Harry before leaving, the portrait shutting with a soft thud.

'Thank you,' Harry sighed.

'Not a problem,' Lucius answered. He led Harry back into their bedroom and both stripped from their shirts. Harry snuggled into his mate and let out a tired breath. Lucius kissed him on the forehead and closed his own eyes, arms firmly wrapped around the teenager.

Chapter 15: A Trip To Hogsmeade

Notes:

Small Note: I know there are a lot of small mistakes like miss-spelled words and such. This is because I don't have MS Word. My laptop died and I'm using a notebook that only has Wordpad. So I apologise for all the mistakes.

Harry was feeling better by the next afternoon but there was no point leaving, classes were over. Harry knew he had to collect his stuff but really wanted to stay with Lucius. Draco suggested they go when everyone was at dinner; Hermione and Draco had already agreed to help move his things.

When Harry could finally tear himself away from his mate, he met Hermione and Draco outside and walked up to Gryffindor Tower.

'Are you feeling better, Harry?' Hermione asked. 'You looked awful.'

'Yeah, I'm fine,' the wizard insisted.

Hermione shivered. 'I never want to hear you make those sounds again.'

'Try spending a week with him and my father,' Draco said. 'All they ever do is make weird sounds.'

Hermione giggled and Harry blushed. 'Shut up, Draco, or I'll ground you.'

'Oh yeah?' Draco grinned. 'I'll sit right next to you all day and night and make sure you never get any time alone with Dad.'

Harry glared. 'You wouldn't.'

'I'm a Slytherin, of course I would.'

'Fine,' Harry huffed.

Hermione shook her head. When they entered the common-room, a lot of Gryffindors stared at Draco and Harry.

'Yes, there's a Slytherin in the room,' Draco said. 'Don't worry, lions, I won't hex you.'

'Much,' Harry added and Draco shoved him.

A lot of people had been surprised when Harry and Draco had started acting nice to each other. A lot of Gryffindors suspected a spell, most of the Slytherins thought Draco was sucking up to the Saviour. Neither cared, the truth would come out eventually.

Up in the boy's dormitory, Hermione re-sized the boxes she'd stuffed into her robes and she, Harry and Draco started packing the green-eyed teenager's stuff.

'Harry, are you okay?' Neville asked when he stepped into the dormitory.

'I'm fine,' Harry told the other teenager. 'But I'm getting my own room in case it happens again.'

'That's... half cool, half sad,' Neville said. 'I'll miss you, mate.'

Draco frowned at Neville calling Harry a 'mate', but kept his tongue in check. He threw Harry's socks and underwear into a box, not batting an eye at the undergarmants.

'What's Malfoy doing here?' Neville whispered.

'Helping me, that's what friends do.'

'Friends?' Neville said.

'Yep,' Harry nodded. 'I know we haven't exactly been... nice, to each other over the years.'

'That's putting it mildly,' Neville chuckled.

Harry smiled. 'Yeah, well Draco's different now and so am I. We're friends.'

'If you say so,' Neville shrugged. 'Want any help?'

'Yeah, that'd be great,' Harry said.

Neville was nice to Draco the entire time, asking questions and answering any that were thrown at him. By the time they finished packing, Neville and Draco were well on their way to becoming friends, even if Draco still called him a 'stupid Gryffindor'.

'Rome wasn't built in a day,' Harry muttered.

Draco pointed out that it could have been with magic.

Harry wanted to slap him.

{oOo}

Lucius refused to help Harry unpack, claiming it was a house elf's job. He sat on the bed and enjoyed watching though; the way Harry had to bend to put his shoes against the wall, the way he stretched, shirt riding up, as he put his books back in the study.

And then there was the pillows being put back on the bed, Harry stripping the sheets because he hated the emerald green ones Lucius had put down (well, a house elf had put them down). Lucius liked that Harry was taking charge and so said nothing, instead just waiting until Harry was done.

When he was done, Lucius backed him into the hallway and against the wall. Harry gasped as he was lifted and held against the wall, Lucius quickly getting his trousers open.

'L-Lucius, wait,' Harry gasped.

'Sorry, did you not want to?' Lucius asked, cock straining against his trousers. Please, please, please don't say no, he thought.

Harry smirked and kissed him. 'Bedroom, I won't be taken against a wall.'

Lucius chuckled. 'But a desk is okay?'

Harry blushed and said, 'Shut up,' as Lucius carried him to the bedroom.

Their bedroom.

{oOo}

 

Dear Cub,

I know we haven't spoken a lot lately, and that has a lot to do with Lucius Malfoy. Moony's been on my back about that and I wanted to take the time to apologise.

I never meant to alienate you, or make you think that I now hate you. You know how I feel about Lucius Malfoy but that won't change the fact that he's your bonded mate. I know a lot about veelas, being a pure-blood and Narcissa's cousin, and I know that Malfoy can't hurt you.

Narcissa was upset when she learned her then soon-to-be-husband was a veela, and that she wasn't his mate. She thought she would be enough and that maybe he would never find his mate.

Well, I bet she's crying now.

Harry, I will always supprt you, I trust you to think clearly and to weigh your options before comitting to anything. That you want to give a relationship with Malfoy a go is difficult for me to understand, but I'll support you.

So, onto the reason I'm writing; Moony and I want to meet you and Malfoy in Hogsmeade. That's right, I want to have lunch with Malfoy too. I want to get to know him better if you're going to marry him (Moony insists that one day you'll be married, I kicked him and he hid my wand).

Anyway, enough about my relationship with a mental werewolf. If you and your mate can meet Moony and me in Hogsmeade at around one, I'll love you forever, Harry (and it'll get Rem off my back).

Tell Malfoy if he's a prat to me I'll hex him, I don't care who sees.

Love,

Padfoot

 

'He wants to have lunch with you?'

'With us.'

Lucius snorted. 'I doubt the mutt wants to have lunch with me.'

'Lucius, he's my godfather.'

'And...?'

'Please don't call him a mutt.'

'Fine, Black,' Lucius said. 'He can't really want to meet with me.'

'I think it's Remus, he's pushing Sirius to be nice to you.'

'Why?'

'Because he knows how much you mean to me,' Harry said and leaned back from the table. Lucius looked at him over their dinner, the warm aroma of spaghetti filling their nostrils. 'Rem's a creature, he knows how strong a bond like ours can be. He also loves me so he supports me.'

'And Black doesn't?'

'At first he thought I was insane,' Harry said, 'and then he suggested I just keep you locked up and visit you every now and then so I wouldn't die.'

'Charming man.'

'It was just after the war, Luce, and Sirius' name was cleared; everywhere he went he was stared at and people called him insane. Even though he was innocent he still spent twelve years in Azkaban.' His eyes lit up. 'Hey, you can talk about your time in Azkaban.'

'Oh yes,' Lucius said sarcastically, 'we'll bond over our stints in prison.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Lucius, please? Sirius'll be nice, he won't hex you.'

'How can you be sure?'

'Rem'll stop him, me too,' Harry said. 'Plus we'll be in The Hog's Head, Ab won't let it happen.'

'Ab?'

'Dumbledore's brother.'

'Oh... Dumbledore has a brother?'

'Please?' Harry begged, ignoring Lucius' question.

Lucius looked into his mate's large emerald eyes. 'This really means a lot to you?'

'Yes,' Harry nodded.

Lucius stirred his spaghetti. 'You want me to meet your godfather and Remus Lupin? As your...'

'Partner?' Harry nodded. 'Remus is like a godfather too. They're my family, Lucius, more so then the Weasleys.'

Lucius sighed. 'What about the general public? They'll wonder why I'm meeting with you, Black, and Lupin.'

'Let them gossip, who cares,' Harry said. 'Rita Skeeter will probably say I'm failing school.' The Slytherin snorted. 'Please?' Harry begged again.

Lucius groaned loudly. Harry was doing the thing; eyes wide and bright, bottom lip poked out, shoulders slumped... Lucius dared anybody to try and resist Harry Potter when he looked like that.

'Fine,' the Slytherin growled. 'I'll meet with your stupid godfathers.'

Harry grinned and leaned across the table to kiss him quickly. 'Thank you, Lucius.'

'I'll be polite but that's all I'm promising,' Lucius said. 'If they annoy me I'll leave.'

'Just... half-an-hour, okay?' Harry asked. 'If after thirty minutes you really don't want to stay, you can leave.'

Lucius sighed. 'Fine, I'll go.' Harry grinned and went back to his dinner, slurping noodles messily. 'You realise I'm only doing this for you, right? I don't care for Black or Lupin.'

'I know.'

'I demand compensation.'

'What kind of compensation?'

Lucius smirked and put his fork down.

'Oh,' Harry said. 'But I'm hungry.'

'Dinner will still be here,' Lucius said and held his hand out. Harry grinned and stood.

{oOo}

Harry went to Hogsmeade with Hermione, Lucius with Draco. They were going to meet up at The Hog's Head to try and avoid too many people seeing them together. Once inside, Hermione and Draco went off and Harry stood with Lucius.

A quick scan of the pub showed Harry that Sirius and Remus were sitting in the very furthest corner. Remus waved and Harry led Lucius over.

'Remy,' Harry grinned and hugged the werewolf tightly. Behind him Lucius scowled.

'Harry,' Remus greeted. He pulled back quickly after seeing the look on Lucius' face.

'I missed you, Cub,' Sirius said, standing to hug Harry too. He completely ignored Lucius, even when the veela growled. He only let Harry go when Remus pulled him back into the booth.

Harry nudged Lucius when the Slytherin failed to speak. Throwing Harry a quick annoyed look, Lucius turned to the other two men. 'Lupin, Black.'

'Malfoy,' Sirius muttered.

'Lucius, how are you?' Remus asked, perfectly politely.

Lucius remembered telling Harry he'd at least be polite. So he pasted a blank smile on his face and said, 'Quite well, and you?'

Sirius glared at him, like Lucius had threatened to kill the werewolf, as Remus said, 'Okay, just working in the Ministry.'

'Yes, you used to work in the Ministry, didn't you?' Sirius sneered.

Remus nudged him under the table, rather sharply if the hiss Sirius gave was anything to go by. After glaring at the younger man, Sirius turned to Harry.

'How have you been?'

'Fine,' Harry said. 'Just working hard, I've got lots of homework, and Hermione's trying to kill me with study time.'

'Well you should study hard,' Remus said.

Harry rolled his eyes as Sirius asked, 'So are eighth years allowed to play Quidditch?'

'Dumbledore said I can be captain again, Quidditch was cancelled last year,' Harry said, 'so I guess the answer's yes.'

'I'll have to come and watch you,' Sirius said. 'It'd be nice to watch you a free man.'

Harry grinned and Remus said, 'Harry's a lot better then James.'

'And not a show off,' Lucius muttered.

Sirius glared at him but Harry and Remus both chuckled. Sirius looked like a wounded dog and Remus said, 'It's true, Siri; James was a show off.'

Lucius smirked at the Animagus, who scowled back.

'Um...' Harry said, trying to get Sirius and Lucius to stop glaring at each other. 'Sirius, what have you been up to?'

Sirius pulled his eyes away from the blonde and said, 'I've been doing a lot of reading, exercising, enjoying the outdoors as much as I can. I just want a year of being a free man, one who isn't hunted by both sides.' He glanced at Lucius before continuing. 'After that I'll look into a local job, maybe something quiet.'

'You should ask Fred and George,' Harry said.

'The Weasley twins?' Sirius said. 'Why?'

'They're looking for someone to run the Hogsmeade branch of WWW. Their current manager isn't working out.'

'Hmm...' Sirius mused. 'Doesn't sound too bad.'

'Yes, working at a joke shop,' Lucius sneered slightly, 'must be every boy's dream.'

'Lucius,' Harry said. 'Please.'

'What did I say?' Lucius asked. Harry glared at him and Lucius rolled his eyes.

'At least I'd get the job myself,' Sirius said, 'you used Harry to get your current one.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Dumbledore offered me the position, and Harry and my son talked me into accepting it. Unlike you, Black, I don't actually have to work.'

'Are you sure about that?' Sirius asked. 'Didn't waste all your money bribing your way out of Azkaban?'

'Sirius,' Remus tried.

'I was released,' Lucius said, 'I didn't have to escape.'

Harry grabbed his mate's arm under the table but Lucius ignored him.

'You were released because you're bonded to Harry,' Sirius snapped. 'You'd be dead without him.'

'So would you,' Lucius shot back.

'How?' Sirius demanded.

'He saved your life his third year,' Lucius said, 'and he killed the Dark Lord. How does it feel, Black, to know you needed a thirteen-year-old to save your mangy hide?'

'Lucius, enough,' Harry said, squeezing his arm tightly.

'At least he chose to save me,' Sirius snarled, 'he had to save you or he'd be dead; self preservation.'

Anger and fear clawed through Lucius' heart, making the band around Harry's own heart flex painfully.

'He didn't mean that,' Harry said quickly. 'You know how I feel, Lucius.'

Lucius' jaw twitched, silver eyes locked onto a triumphant looking Sirius.

'Lucius, please,' Harry said, shaking his arm. 'You know that I care about you, I didn't save you just because I would have died, I wanted a relationship, I still do.'

'Sirius, apologise,' Remus said quickly, seeing that Harry was growing distraught.

'What for?' Sirius demanded.

'For suggesting that the bond Harry and Lucius share isn't real,' Remus growled.

Sirius glared at him before slumping back in his seat. 'Fine, I'm sorry,' he pouted.

Harry gripped Lucius' hand tightly and moved closer to him. 'Lucius, you know how I feel,' Harry whispered. He forced himself to calm down, to let his feelings about Lucius take over. Affection, arousal, admiration, everything Harry felt for the blonde cascaded over him. Lucius jerked in his seat as his Harry Band squeezed around his heart tightly, washing him in soothing emotions.

He blinked and looked down at Harry.

'Believe me?' Harry asked.

Lucius pressed his lips together but nodded. Harry felt his Lucius Band soften and grinned.

Sirius scowled, watching the exchange between the couple. He could see the adoration there, in both of them. Harry cared about Lucius and... the Slytherin cared about Harry too.

It pissed Sirius off to no end. He'd always wanted Harry to have a proper family; a partner, kids, the whole thing. And while he knew he would have that with Lucius, Sirius still hated the man. He'd been a prat in school and a bastard later in life.

Once Lucius had calmed down, Harry turned to his godfather. 'Sirius, you're entitled to your own opinion,' the teenager said calmly, 'but if you ever again suggest that I don't care about Lucius, I won't be responsible for my actions.'

His eyes flashed dangerously and Remus glanced at his best friend. 'What, he was teasing me too!' Sirius said. 'Why am I the one getting berated?'

'Lucius didn't suggest that the person who loves you is only with you to save themselves!' Harry snapped angrily.

The L word wasn't missed by Lucius, Remus, or Sirius, all staring at Harry with wide eyes. The teenager didn't seem to notice and continued.

'Lucius didn't suggest that the person who makes everything okay, who you can't wait to see, who you love more then anything, is just a spineless twit,' Harry growled. 'I know you don't like Lucius but that was below the belt. Our bond isn't up for discussion and you have no right to comment about things you know nothing about.'

'I said sorry.'

'You didn't mean it though,' Harry scowled. 'Look, Sirius, I'm not saying you and Lucius have to be best friends, or even like each other. All I'm asking is that you be civil, for me. Can you do that?'

Sirius chewed on his lip. He honestly didn't know if he could. He'd known Lucius Malfoy since he was eleven. The man, then teen, had always been a bully; he'd docked points and thrown detentions around as a prefect. He'd used money and cunning to worm his way into the Ministry's pocket. And later he'd joined the Death Eaters, had most likely tortured and killed people.

And Sirius was just supposed to forget that?

'We can't change the past,' Harry said, as though he could read Sirius' mind. 'We can only shape the future. Lucius has done some bad things, I know, but we all have. He's a changed man, he's trying to be better,' Harry insisted. 'And you know he'd never hurt me or anyone I care about, that includes you.

'Lucius was willing to be civil today and he broke that in a matter of seconds,' Harry continued and scowled at his mate. On the outside Lucius looked unaffected, keeping up his Malfoy mask. On the inside he squirmed. 'I want you to both apologise to each other, stop teasing each other, and just be nice for me.'

'Harry...' Sirius began, only to see Harry's eyes widen. His lips curved down in a frown and his shoulders slumped like he had already given up. Unshed tears shined in his eyes, making them look bigger.

'Please?' Harry whispered. 'For me, Padfoot?'

Lucius couldn't believe Harry was manipulating his godfather like this... it was a real turn on. Harry Potter could be very cunning when he wanted and Lucius had to resist the urge to smirk when Sirius Black broke down.

'Fine,' the Animagus said. 'For you, Cub, I'll be civil.'

Harry grinned, face lighting up. 'Thanks, Siri!'

"I saw what you did there," Lucius said silently, staring at his mate.

Harry shrugged very slightly. "Dunno what you mean."

Lucius smirked and leaned back in his seat. 'I apologise, Black, for the things I said.'

Sirius glared at him but said, 'I'm sorry too.'

'So...' Remus said, clearing his throat softly, 'anyone see the new Chudley Cannon's team?'

Harry giggled at the lame subject change and even Sirius smiled. Lucius rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He'd promised Harry to be civil and would try harder for his mate.

{oOo}

'Harry, I'm sorry,' Lucius said once they left Sirius and Remus. The mates decided it would be safe to walk through Hogsmeade together; just a teacher and student, nothing else.

'Doesn't matter,' Harry shrugged. 'You tried... for all of four seconds.'

Lucius sighed. 'It's hard, Harry. I've known Black for years and we've never liked each other. There's just so much difference; I was in Slytherin, he in Gryffindor. I followed the rules, he broke them. I was mature, he and his friends spent most of their school years stuffing around. I was Dark, he was Light. Plus there's the fact that I'm sleeping with his godson, no parent likes to think about that.'

Harry stopped to look the Slytherin over, eyes narrowed, arms crossed. Lucius wondered if he was in serious trouble until Harry said, 'When the hell have you ever followed the rules?'

A grin pulled at Lucius' lips and Harry smiled back.

'Lucius, I know all that,' the teenager said as they started walking again. 'That's why I'm not mad. I don't expect you and Sirius to become chummy over one lunch together. I know you'll never be friends, but acquaintances I can handle. As long as you're not hexing each other every time my back is turned I'm fine.'

'I promise not to hex him,' Lucius said, moving closer to the teenager. 'Unless he hexes me first.'

Harry chuckled. 'Fine, fine; just don't kill him, Remy needs him.'

'Are Lupin and Black... together?' Lucius asked.

Harry grinned. 'You noticed it too?'

'Did I notice that Sirius Black only listens to Remus Lupin, stares at him, touches him uneccisarily, and smiles at him like he's the most gorgeous person in the world?' Lucius said and Harry chuckled. 'Yes, my love, I noticed that.'

'They're not together, at least I don't think they are,' Harry said and waved his hand, trying to swat a bug from his face. 'Sirius told me he had a crush on Rem in school but Remus was always busy studying, a bit like Hermione. Later there was the war, and Voldemort going after me and my parents, and then he was sent to Azkaban and Remus thought he was a traitor; bit hard to start a relationship.'

'What about after?' Lucius asked. He figured knowing more about the two would help him be friendlier with Black... well, he could at least try with Lupin. The man was smart, powerful, and Lucius could see himself actually liking Remus Lupin (even if the man was a werewolf).

'Remus loved Tonks,' Harry said. 'By the time Sirius got himself back together, Remus and Tonks were seriously in love. He wasn't about to break that up. And now... well, she only died a few months ago. Sirius isn't going to force Rem into a relationship.'

'Sometimes love can mend a broken heart,' Lucius said. Harry felt his Lucius Band flex and realised the blonde wasn't just talking about Remus.

He smiled and said, 'I still haven't forgiven you for teasing my godfather.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Oh really?'

'Yup.'

'And what are you going to do about it?'

'Punish you.'

Lucius smirked. 'And how, my dear Harry, could you punish me?'

Harry just shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly Lucius grabbed him and dragged the teenager into an alleyway between two small stores. They were on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, a fair distance from the popular shops Hogwarts students frequented. Lucius felt fairly safe as he thrust Harry into a cold stone wall.

'Lucius!' Harry hissed.

Lucius smiled and grabbed Harry's wrists. He pinned the boy's hands above his head and looked down at him. 'Well, well.'

Harry raised an eyebrow.

'Look at the situation you've got yourself into, Mr Potter.'

'Mm, suppose I shouldn't walk around town with Death Eaters,' Harry said.

'Cheeky,' Lucius tutted and leaned closer.

Harry's cheeks flushed and he said, 'L-Lucius, we shouldn't.'

'Why not?'

'Not in public,' Harry said, trying to pull free. But Lucius had him good and tight.

'I thought you were going to punish me,' Lucius whispered, breath caressing Harry's face. The Gryffindor whimpered. 'No? Well, perhaps I should punish you?'

'H-How?' Harry mumbled, eyes drifting shut as he leaned forward, desperately wanting Lucius to kiss him despite his earlier protests.

Lucius paused just over Harry's lips and said, 'Maybe I won't kiss you.'

'No, pelase,' Harry begged. 'I need-'

Lucius cut Harry off by crushing their lips together. The teenager responded enthusiastically, kissing Lucius hard and opening his lips for the professor to lick and explore his mouth.

Suddenly Lucius released Harry's wrists and the teenager felt strong, firm fingers around his arse. Lucius lifted him and Harry jumped, wrapping his legs around his mate's waist. Lucius slammed him into the stone wall and Harry groaned, sound swallowed when Lucius pressed their mouths back together.

"We can't seriously be doing this here," Harry groaned wordlessly, arching his neck in an attempt to get Lucius to bite him.

"Why not do it here?" Lucius questioned as he licked down Harry's neck.

"Public... people... public."

"Very well spoken, little one."

"Bit hard when some guy's rubbing against y- oooohhhh."

Lucius smirked as he sank his teeth into Harry's Mark, the teenager groaning and grunting as he thrust against him. Lucius freed one of his hands from Harry's delectable arse to rub him through his trousers.

There was no way Lucius was going to even let a single inch of Harry's crotch be on public display. While he didn't care that they were doing this in the open, he did care about who got to see Harry's cock.

So he rubbed and thrust, bit and licked, sucked and kissed until Harry was moaning loudly against him. Lucius upped his pace until he was slamming against Harry, Harry against the wall, both of them panting, faces flushed.

Suddenly Harry tightened his grip around Lucius' shoulders and his eyes rolled back into his head. He let out a low, breathless, 'Lucius,' before coming in his jeans.

The sight of Harry climaxing, as well as the delicious scent, pushed Lucius over the edge. He groaned and burried his face into Harry's neck, breathing deeply as he rode out his orgasm.

It took them a few minutes to blink back to reality and when they did Harry winced.

'What's wrong?' Lucius asked.

'Back hurts,' Harry said. He kissed Lucius when he saw the concerned look on the Slytherin's handsome face. 'Absolutely worth it.'

Lucius smiled and kissed his mate back before dropping Harry to his feet. Harry leaned against the wall heavily as they rearranged their clothing. Lucius pulled his wand and waved it through the air, quickly making the come soaking both their trousers disappear.

'Now let's go back to school and do that again,' Harry said, grinning as he started walking. 'I'll be ready by the time we get back.

Lucius groaned. 'You'll be the death of me.'

'Good death,' Harry said.

Neither noticed the little bug that buzzed over their heads, a bug with very distinct markings.

Chapter 16: Secrets Revealed

Harry got to the paper first the next morning, meaning Lucius didn't have time to get rid of anything that had either of their names in it. Lucius had just placed a few pieces of toast on his mate's plate when Harry groaned.

'What?' Lucius asked, sitting down.

'Oh no.'

'What is it?' Lucius questioned again.

Harry handed over the paper and Lucius looked down at it;

Secrets At Hogwarts:

The Harry Potter & Lucius Malfoy Affair

By Rita Skeeter

'Oh no.'

'Exactly,' Harry sighed. 'Can't that woman just leave me alone?'

'Have you read the article?'

'No,' Harry said. 'But I just know it'll be about us being together.' He groaned and leaned on his elbows. 'Did she see us in Hogsmeade?'

'Hang on,' Lucius said and he read the article;

No, your eyes aren't lying. Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy are together! That's right, the Saviour of the wizarding world and the convicted Death Eater are romantically involved!

This reporter was out for a stroll in Hogsmeade, where it happened to be a Hogwarts weekend; older students, including eighth years like Mr Potter, are allowed to spend Saturday in the all-magic town.

Students and teachers alike were enjoying the rare sunshine, buying treats from Honeydukes, visiting Zonkos (which is now a chain of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes), and sipping butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks.

Stopping to admire a very nice broach on sale, I turned when I heard a noise from the alleyway between Madam Sullivan's Quills and Inks and The Dusty Rose cafe. I expected a stray dog, perhaps a wild owl, or maybe even two teenagers trying to be alone on the outskirts of town, away from the hubub of the other students.

What I saw, faithful readers, was Lucius Malfoy pinning Harry Potter to the stone wall. At first I thought perhaps Mr Malfoy hadn't changed sides after all, and maybe he wanted to avenge his lord by killing our boy Saviour.

Instead Mr Malfoy kissed, that's right KISSED, the young Gryffindor. And instead of pushing him away, like I thought the Golden Boy would, Harry Potter kissed him back!

Now I didn't want to pry into Harry Potter's private life, but it was a shocking sight to behold, especially when Mr Potter was lifted and slammed into the wall. Everybody's favourite boy wizard made some rather loud sounds (sounds I would not dare print in this fine newspaper) and proceeded to thoroughly enjoy Mr Malfoy's advances.

Well, I left as soon as I could get my feet moving, but I was left with dozens, perhaps hundreds, of questions.

Does Professor Malfoy, a known expert in the Dark Arts, have Harry Potter under some type of spell?

If there isn't foul play involved, just how long have the two been seeing each other?

And why, oh why, would our Saviour choose such a man like Lucius Malfoy?

These are questions without answers, and I for one would like to know just what is happening at Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry.

'What a load of rubbish,' Lucius snorted as he finished reading. 'She claims to have been on a walk and just happened upon us.'

'You think she was following me?' Harry asked.

'Most likely,' Lucius nodded. 'She went on about not wanting to pry into your private life, and whether or not I have you under a spell.'

'You do have me under a spell,' Harry mumbled. 'Every time I see you I go all weak in the knees.'

Lucius chuckled. 'Well, she saw us in Hogsmeade. No doubt she was hoping to run into you and learn all your dirty little secrets.'

'She got her wish.'

Lucius smirked. 'Am I your dirty little secret?'

'Not little,' Harry said and Lucius laughed. 'What did she see?'

'I think she saw everything, love,' Lucius said grimly. Harry looked up at him. 'She says here that she left after we got a little more... physical,' he said. 'But I doubt she left at all, she probably took photos.'

Harry groaned and thumped his head against the table.

'This is my fault,' Lucius said, 'I shouldn't have kissed you in public.'

'I didn't exactly try to stop you,' Harry said. 'Well... I didn't try very hard.'

Lucius sighed and leaned back, tossing the paper down. He tapped his elegant fingers along the wood. He was already contemplating revenge, perhaps throwing Skeeter into the Malfoy dungeons?

Lucius glanced at his mate, who was clearly annoyed.

No, Lucius thought. Harry will hate me if I kill her... destroy her on the other hand...

'Now everybody will know,' Lucius said to keep his mind off killing. He would figure out a way to make Skeeter pay, of that he was sure.

Harry nodded.

'What do you want to tell them?'

'That we're together,' Harry said, 'otherwise they won't shut up. We'll keep the veela bond to ourselves, it's not the public's business. Some people might figure it out but there's nothing we can do.'

Lucius nodded before smiling. 'Now I can kiss you as much as I want.'

Harry chuckled. 'You can't just ravish me in the middle of class.'

'I beg to differ.'

Harry smiled and sat up. 'Hey, now I can wear my rings.' He took the chain from around his neck and Lucius watched the Gryffindor slide the rings off. He placed the Malfoy family ring on his right hand, on the second smallest finger, and smiled at it. Then he looked at the ring Lucius had made for him. 'Um, where does this go?'

Lucius reached across and took the ring. He picked up Harry's left hand and slid the band onto his ring finger. 'Think of it as a promise ring,' Lucius said, pressing a kiss to the silver stone. 'One day I will marry you and make you mine.'

'I'm already yours,' Harry said.

Lucius smiled and took off his own chain, placing the Harry ring on his wedding finger.

'Everyone'll think we're secretly married.'

'Let them think what they want,' Lucius shrugged, picking up his coffee.

'I wish I could be as carefree as you.'

Lucius smiled. 'I'm very talented, Mr Potter.'

'You're a smug sod, Mr Malfoy.'

Lucius' grin widened. 'Never said I wasn't.'

{oOo}

'I don't want to.'

'You have to.'

'Can't I be home schooled?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Harry, stop whining, it's unbefitting.'

'I can whine as much as I damn want.'

'Harry-'

'Yes, yes, I know; face your demons and what not.'

Lucius sighed and drew the teenager in. 'Harry, I know you hate gossip, especially when said gossip is about you. But there's nothing you can do, unless you know how to obliviate the entire British population.'

'Hermione might,' Harry said.

'True, but until you see Miss Granger, you have to bear with it. Ignore them, don't let them get under your skin. What they think doesn't matter, okay? We care about each other and one day we'll be married. Don't let them sway you.'

'They won't change my mind, Lucius,' Harry said sternly. 'I'm never leaving you.'

'Good to know,' Lucius smiled and kissed him before nudged the teenager towards the portrait.

'Okay, I'm going,' Harry said. Lucius smiled and followed him from their quarters.

{oOo}

They walked to the Great Hall together and a few students on their way to breakfast stopped to stare at them. There was whispering, and pointing, but nobody dared get close enough. Lucius Malfoy was a scary teacher, a scary man really; everyone knew he'd been Voldemort's right-hand man, had been to prison. They weren't about to risk setting him off over a newspaper article.

Plus there was the Harry Potter temper to think about.

When they reached the Great Hall, Lucius took Harry's hand in his own. 'Ready?' he asked.

Harry nodded.

'Head high, Harry. You're my mate and you'll show that you're proud to be so.'

'I am,' Harry said and took in a huge gulp of air. 'Just don't want to be hexed.'

Lucius chuckled and pushed the doors open.

Everyone stopped and turned as Lucius and Harry entered. Eyes zeroed in on their clasped hands, at the way they walked together, proud to show that they were in a relationship.

Harry spotted Hermione halfway down the Gryffindor table and the witch waved brightly, smiling at their hand holding. Harry led Lucius towards her and stopped beside his best friend.

Lucius turned and, in front of hundreds of staring students, pulled Harry in for a kiss. Harry melted against him, kissing back and winding his arms around Lucius' neck. One of Lucius' hands pressed against his lower back, the other reaching up to cup his face.

They kissed for about two minutes before Lucius pulled away, Harry whining. Lucius chuckled and quickly pecked his mate on the lips before whispering, 'Join your table, hold your head high, and only tell them what you want to tell them. Don't be ashamed of who you are, Harry.'

'I'm not,' Harry said back softly, only Hermione able to hear him. 'I know some people will explode, what with our pasts, but I care about you, Luce. I'm not letting them bad mouth you.'

Lucius smiled. 'Try not damage anyone, hmm?'

'Like that'd upset you.'

'It would upset you,' Lucius said. 'If you feel distressed, come get me and I'll calm you down.'

'M'kay,' Harry said. He leaned up and kissed Lucius again before sitting beside Hermione. Lucius smiled at them both before walking to the head table, glaring at anyone who looked his way.

'So, did you do your Charms homework?' Hermione asked as she passed Harry the bacon. She was acting like it was any other morning, even though she'd seen Harry and Lucius kiss and had read the paper (she just wanted to kill Rita Skeeter).

Harry thanked her for it and took the plate. 'Yeah, Draco and I did it together. He's better at the written stuff then me.'

'I could have helped,' Hermione pouted, jealous that Harry was accepting help from another student.

Harry smiled. He noticed most of the Gryffindors staring at him, mouths open, and could feel a number of eyes burning into the back of his head. He ignored them all and spoke to Hermione.

'I know, 'Mione, but you're taking more subjects then me. I didn't want to overwork you.'

'I'm free Friday nights to help,' Hermione said, brushing Harry's concerns aside. 'You, Draco, and me can meet up in your quarters to go over our homework, okay?'

'Thanks, you're the best,' Harry said. 'Dray and I are both horrible at Transfiguration.'

'And that's why you have me,' Hermione smiled. 'Plus you and Draco can help me with Defence Against the Dark Arts.'

'Deal,' Harry said.

'So it's true?'

Harry and Hermione looked up to see Seamus, Dean, Neville and Ron. The eighth year boys were brave enough to ask Harry directly if he was really dating Lucius Malfoy. Ron already knew so just sat down and started eating.

'Is what true?' Harry asked Seamus.

'You and Lucius Malfoy?' the Irish boy asked.

Harry nodded. 'We're dating, yes.'

'How?' Neville asked.

'Um... we got closer when he was my ward during the holidays,' Harry said, which wasn't really a lie. They had got closer during the holidays. 'One thing kind of led to another and... well...'

Dean grinned. 'Way to go, Harry.'

'What?' Harry said.

'He's gorgeous,' Dean said.

Harry was too stunned to be annoyed and just stared.

'Harry, I trust you,' Neville said before Dean could go on about Lucius' looks. 'If you're happy, I'm fine.'

'I am happy,' Harry said, loud enough for the students evesdropping to hear him. 'Very happy.'

'Too much information,' Neville muttered and Seamus laughed. Dean held out his hand and Harry high-fived him.

After that students went back to breakfast, satisfied to hear that the paper had been right. Most still stared at him, though, but Harry found them easy to ignore.

'HARRY POTTER!'

Harry winced as Ginny's piercing voice reached his ears. He turned to see the red-head stalking down the hall towards him. 'Great,' Harry muttered.

'WHAT IS THIS?' Ginny demanded, thrusting The Daily Prophet at the wizard.

Harry took it and said, 'Um... paper?' Ginny glared at him and he tried again. 'Newspaper?'

'NO, THIS!' Ginny shouted, pointing at the headline.

'It's... Ginny, what do you want from me?' Harry asked, tired of playing her game already.

'What the hell are you doing with Lucius Malfoy?' Ginny demanded. Her voice was lower then before, but still loud enough for the entire Hall to hear. Everyone was staring at them and Harry squirmed in his seat.

'I'm dating him,' Harry said, 'I thought Rita Skeeter made that obvious.'

'No, she made it obvious that you're letting a slimey Death Eater touch you wherever he fancies!'

Harry scowled. 'He's not a slimey Death Eater,' he said. 'And he only touches me when I want him to, and he does it pretty damn well.'

Ginny's face was turning progressively redder and Harry was worried she'd explode.

'Harry, this gay thing is just a faze!' the youngest Weasley finally said.

'No it's not,' Harry said, 'I like men, I'll always like men, and I currently like Lucius Malfoy.' He wanted to add that he'd always like Lucius Malfoy but didn't think that'd go down to well.

'You can't like him!' Ginny fumed.

'Why not?' Harry asked.

'He's too old!' Ginny shouted. 'He's, what, twenty years older then you?'

'Twenty-six,' Harry corrected, remembering Lucius telling him on their date. If Ginny was going to scream, she might as well get her facts right.

'He's old enough to be your dad!'

'Actually, he'd be older then my dad,' Harry said, 'you know, if my dad was alive.'

Ginny glared at him, fingers curled into fists. No one seemed prepared to stop her shouting and Harry suddenly wished Severus was there; where was the bat when you needed him?

'He's a Malfoy!' Ginny snarled.

'I'm aware of that, I do have eyes,' Harry said.

'He's... Harry, he tried to kill me!' Ginny growled.

'No, he tried to discredit your father,' Harry corrected her once again. 'You know that Lucius didn't know what the diary really was. I'm sure he'd be willing to apologise and try and make it up to you.'

'If he comes near me I'll kill him!' Ginny hissed, too low for anyone but Harry and Hermione to hear her.

'How are you going to go to DADA then?' Harry asked. Ginny was getting on his nerves and he just wanted her to go away. But he acted calm, cool, like he'd seen Lucius do.

'He's evil!' Ginny snapped. 'He's twisted and vile and cruel, Harry, why would you want to be anywhere near him?'

'He's intelligent, charming, sweet, and kind,' Harry said. 'Also gorgeous.'

Dean whispered, 'He so is,' behind Harry, but the green-eyed teen ignored him.

Ginny's eyes narrowed. 'Have you slept with him?'

'Ginny, that's none of your business,' Hermione said before Harry could shout at her.

'It is,' Ginny said and sniffed. 'One day soon Harry's going to realise that this is all a mistake, a faze, and he'll come back to me. I want to know if he's been soiled by that filthy fucking-'

'SHUT UP!' Harry roared, leaping to his feet.

Everyone around him flinched and at the staff table, Lucius, Severus, and Dumbledore all got to their feet. The three professors had been willing to let Ginny have her say, knowing she'd just corner Harry anyway, but now Harry was mad; they all knew what an angry veela was capable of.

'Ginny, I'm not coming back to you, I'm gay!' Harry shouted. 'I'm sorry I led you on but I didn't know when we dated that I liked men. Do I feel like a dick? Yes, but I've apologised. I can't change who I am and quite frankly, I don't want to. So no, Ginny, I won't be coming back to you, ever, got it?

'Second; my relationship with Lucius and my sex life is none of your damn business! He's my boyfriend, my partner, and I care about him, past and faults included! He accepts me for me, not because I'm the bloody poor bastard who got saddled with killing Voldemort!

'Lucius is sweet, kind, and has treated me with nothing but respect since August. He's made mistakes, we all have, but we've moved on!'

He took a deep breath just as Lucius, Severus and Dumbledore reached them.

'And yeah, he's touched me,' Harry said, smirking at the look of horror on Ginny's face. 'Got further then you, didn't he?' he snapped angrily and quite a few people gaped at him.

Lucius wrapped his arms around Harry and said, silently, "Harry, calm down."

"NO!"

"Harry, come with me," Lucius said. It was an order and Harry shivered as he allowed Lucius to pull him from the Great Hall. Severus stayed to put Ginny on detention and dock points for swearing, shouting in the Great Hall, and also slandering a teacher.

'That fucking bitch,' Harry snarled as he was pushed through the double doors. 'How dare she say all that in front of everyone? She could have at least waited until we were in an empty classroom!'

'She is an upset young woman,' Lucius said, 'who has a rather large crush on you.'

'She's delusional,' Harry growled, anger still searing through him.

'I'm just glad you didn't make anything explode,' Dumbledore mused.

'I'd expect a lot of howlers, Headmaster,' Lucius said as he pulled his mate close.

'Yes, I'll have to deal with them I suppose,' Dumbledore sighed. 'If only people could forget the past.'

'It's all well and good to say it, harder to do so in practice,' Lucius said.

Dumbledore nodded and went back into the Great Hall now that Harry had calmed down.

'Ignore Weasley, little one,' Lucius said, turning to face Harry. 'There will be more people like her.'

'I know,' Harry sighed. 'I just hate people bad mouthing you.'

Lucius smiled. 'I'm used to it, love.' He leaned forward to kiss the teen but was stopped. 'What?'

'Dean Thomas thinks you're gorgeous.'

Lucius smirked. 'Does he?'

'Yep,' Harry nodded. 'He's two months younger then me. Thinking of trading me in for a younger model?'

'Hmm... no, it would take me too long to train him,' Lucius said. 'You already know my likes and dislikes, I won't waste months of work by casting you aside.'

'Bastard,' Harry said but he smiled and leaned up.

Their lips pressed together just as Ginny stormed from the Great Hall, followed by Severus.

'You!' she shouted at Lucius, who raised an eyebrow and stared down at her. 'I'll get you for what you've done to my Harry!'

'I do believe he's my Harry,' Lucius said and wound an arm around the teenager's waist.

Ginny glared at them and said, 'Just you wait!' She stalked outside, the main doors banging open loudly, and Severus turned to the two veelas.

'I fear that young girl may have a screw loose,' he said. 'Potter, did you know she truly believes you and she will marry one day?'

'She's been in love with me since we first met,' Harry said. 'We barely knew each other and she was fawning all over me.'

'Silly little girl,' Lucius said and pressed his face into Harry's hair to breathe in his mate's scent. 'Doesn't she know you want a dashing alpha male, and not a weak submissive girl?'

'Please, I don't need to hear this,' Severus groaned. He turned and went back into the Great Hall, leaving the couple alone again.

'Miss Weasley will cause problems,' Lucius murmured.

'We'll deal with it when it happens,' Harry said. He threaded his fingers through Lucius' and added, 'Together.'

Lucius smiled and squeezed his hand.

Chapter 17: Weasley Words

Harry didn't feel up for breakfast after Ginny's screaming so Lucius escorted him to his next class. Luckily it was Potions and in five minutes they were leaning against the classroom door.

Harry was still slightly shaken, eyes down, hands stuffed into his pockets. Lucius took his hands out and threaded their fingers together. 'Harry...'

The teenager looked up at him.

'Don't let one silly witch get you down.'

'It's not that,' Harry sighed. 'It's just I know there'll be more people who think the same thing as Ginny.'

'Forget them, they're not important,' Lucius said. 'You have a lot of people who have accepted this; Black, Lupin, Miss Granger, our kit, and all your Gryffindor friends.'

'True,' Harry said.

'Don't let them make you feel upset or angry,' Lucius said. 'I know it's difficult when it feels like the whole world is against you, and it angers me that it's happening to you again...' He trailed off and looked into Harry's emerald eyes. 'But know that you're not alone, Harry, we're in this together.'

Harry smiled. 'M'kay.'

'Feel better?'

'Little bit.'

'Would it help if I kissed you?'

Harry looked down, smiling shyly. He wasn't used to being able to kiss Lucius in public. 'Maybe...'

Lucius chuckled and dropped Harry's hands. He drew Harry's face up, gripping his chin lightly, while his right hand cupped the teenager's cheek.

He pressed their lips together softly and Harry groaned. He reached up, one arm going around Lucius' shoulders, the other hand running through his platinum blonde hair. He tugged Lucius closer, the Slytherin obliging and stepping forward.

Lucius backed Harry into the wall and pressed their bodies together. Harry was covered in heat, in Lucius, and could feel the strong man's firm body against his own. He had to fight not to rut forward, the desire to crush their lips together and thrust into Lucius was so strong.

Instead Harry let himself slouch against the wall, Lucius leading the kiss and exploring his mouth thoroughly. Harry had always known Lucius was an excellent kisser, but the man just got better every day. He flicked his tongue against Harry's own and Harry groaned embarrassingly loudly.

Lucius chuckled against him but didn't remove his lips, more then happy to kiss Harry into oblivion. It seemed to be working too because Harry was sliding down the wall, knees wobbling and legs feeling weak. Lucius had to let go of the teen's face to wrap an arm around his waist and haul him back up.

Someone cleared their throat and the couple broke apart. Severus was standing there, onyx eyes narrowed, one black eyebrow raised. He had his arms crossed, index finger tapping at his clothed sleeve. Behind him was Harry's class, Draco rolling his eyes at the veela mates, the rest looking quite shocked.

Lucius had to fight not to growl at them all and blast them away so he could get back to Harry's mouth. He pushed through the lust that had descended on his brain and stood tall, pulling Harry with him.

The teenager stumbled before righting himself. Blood rushed to his face and he blushed darkly as Lucius straightened his clothes.

'Harry, I'll see you later,' the Slytherin said and bent to press a chaste kiss to Harry's swollen and red lips. Harry kissed him back but kept still, knowing if he touched Lucius again he'd make even more of a fool of himself.

Lucius glanced at Severus as he left, the other teacher smirking at him. The students hastened aside to let Lucius through and watched him go.

'Potter, can I enter my classroom now?' Severus asked. 'Or are you stuck to the spot?'

Harry moved quickly and with a wave of his hand, Severus opened the door. He flew in, black robes bellowing around him, and the students entered behind him.

Draco grinned at Harry, who blushed again as he took his seat.

'Now class, if Mr Potter is quite done giving us all a show-' he glanced at the teenager, who turned crimson and ducked his head, '- we can get back to studying for your N.E.W.T.S. Not all of you are dating a billionaire, you'll need to actually find a job.'

Harry thumped his forehead against the bench and Severus smirked at him.

 

{oOo}

 

Severus teased Harry all lesson until everyone was sure the Gryffindor's face would remain a dark red colour. When class was over, Harry bolted from the room and tore to Charms, trying to put as much distance between himself and Severus Snape as possible.

Unfortunately it seemed the news of Harry's and Lucius' make out session before class travelled through the entire school and by lunch everyone was talking about it.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table staring at his plate and picking at a sandwhich. He could feel everyone staring at him, especially those who'd actually seen him and Lucius making out. The story had escalated until there was a version with Harry up against the wall, Lucius' hand down his trousers, and both going at it like rabbits.

Harry was about to leave for Transfiguration when there was a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Dumbledore, the Headmaster looking troubled. He nodded at the door and Harry stood, following the older wizard out.

'What is it, sir?' Harry asked once outside the Great Hall.

'The school governors want to meet with you and Lucius.'

Harry frowned. 'Why?'

'Dumbledore, what's wrong?' Lucius asked, stepping from the Great Hall and heading towards them. He'd seen the Headmaster leave with Harry.

'The governors want a meeting with you and Harry,' Dumbledore explained. 'It's against school rules for a professor and student to date.'

'Oh no,' Harry gasped, 'they won't expel me, will they?'

'I'm afraid they'll try,' Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes. 'You'll have to tell them the truth; that you and Lucius are veela mates. They can't expel you for that, Harry.'

'Gods,' Harry groaned. 'Why does this always happen to me?'

'Bond with a lot of veelas do you?' Lucius teased.

Harry scowled at his mate. 'You know what I mean! Nothing's ever easy for me; school, my family, my bloody destiny... all of it, so goddamn hard.'

'Calm down, Harry,' Lucius said, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor. He pressed a kiss to his cheek. 'Relax.'

Harry sighed but leaned back into Lucius' embrace. His mate's presence was soothing and he felt his anger receeding.

'Dear Circe, not again.' The three looked up to see Severus, the Slytherin looking at Harry and Lucius in amusement.

'Severus, leave my mate alone,' Lucius warned. 'Draco told me that you teased him in class.'

'Well Potter shouldn't make out with professors in front of my classroom,' Severus said.

Lucius ignored him and spoke to Dumbledore. 'When's the meeting?'

'This afternoon,' Dumbledore said. 'Three representatives want to see you in my office after Harry finishes classes, so come up at three. The password is 'marshmellows'.'

Harry smiled and Severus rolled his eyes.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry's next bout of bad news came during DADA. He was standing beside Lucius' desk discussing his homework. A few students were staring but most were too busy making sure they'd got their own questions right.

'There's too much information here,' Lucius said, pointing at question five. 'You don't have to add this extra bit, it'll take up valuable exam time and not give you any extra marks. Read the question carefully and only answer what is asked unless it's in the extra credit part.'

'Yes, sir,' Harry nodded.

Lucius smiled at him and moved to the next question. 'This one's good, you got the description of a patronus perfectly-' Harry smirked, '- and accurately described the different ways one can be used.' He paused before smiling. 'Of course, I'd expect nothing less from the man who could create a patronus when he was thirteen.'

'And fight off a hundred Dementors,' Harry added.

Lucius smiled and shook his head. Before he could talk to Harry about his next answer, an owl flew through one of the open classroom windows. It swept through the room, turned in mid air, and dropped a red envelope on Lucius' desk before disappearing.

The envelope was thick, an ugly shade of crimson, with Lucius' name scrawled across the front. Harry groaned when he realised what it was. The envelope leapt from the desk and morphed into a face. Lucius drew his wand and swiped it through the air, putting up a muffliato charm so no one else would hear the screaming.

'LUCIUS MALFOY, YOU TWISTED, VILE MAN!' came the shrieking voice of Molly Weasley. Harry clapped his hands over his ears but could still hear the screams. 'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, TOUCHING HARRY POTTER! YOU ARE A SICK, POOR EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD! THAT BOY IS ALMOST THIRTY YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU!

'SHAME ON YOU, MALFOY, YOU SHOULD BE THROWN BACK INTO AZKABAN! ARE YOU SO TWISTED AND DESPERATE FOR POWER THAT YOU'D TRY AND TURN HARRY INTO YOUR LITTLE PET?

'THAT BOY IS TOO SMART TO FALL FOR ANY OF YOUR TRICKS AND I SWEAR I'LL FIND OUT WHAT SPELL OR POTION YOU'VE USED ON HIM! OUR HARRY WOULD NEVER LET YOU TOUCH HIM!

'IF YOU'VE HURT HIM OR VIOLETED HIM IN ANYWAY OTHER THEN WITH YOUR SICK MOUTH, I SWEAR TO MORGANA, CIRCE, AND EVEN SALAZAR SLYTHERIN, THAT I WILL KILL YOU!

'STAY AWAY FROM HARRY OR YOU'LL FACE MY WRATH, MALFOY! HARRY IS NOT YOURS AND HE NEVER WILL BE!'

The howler burst into flames and fell back to the desk, the ashes curling and covering Harry's homework. Lucius looked up to see the entire class staring at them, wondering who the howler had been from. All they could hear was a low buzzing.

Hermione, Draco, and Ron were all looking at Harry, who was shaking.

'Harry?' Lucius said, slowly getting up from his seat. 'Are you okay?'

Anger and worry, disapointment and fear, were the emotions Harry Potter was feeling, as well as a persistant ache in his heart. Molly Weasley's words were shooting through his brain, ringing in his ears, making his entire body shudder violently.

A small part of him understood where Molly was coming from; she had no reason to believe that Lucius was a decent man.

But Harry's veela wouldn't hear it. It was extremely pissed off that Molly had said all those horrible things about it's mate.

What was worse though was that Molly thought Harry couldn't take care of himself. Did she really think Harry would be stupid enough to fall for some spell, or a potion? She still thought he was a child who needed taking care of. And though on some level he did want someone looking out for him, it wasn't in a childish way.

He wanted to be loved, held, he wanted someone to respect him and take care of him like a lover, an equal, a partner.

And that was Lucius, that was what Lucius did. He respected Harry.

But Molly seemed to think Harry couldn't figure out what he wanted. He knew she thought he was going through a silly faze and would run back to Ginny in time.

It made tears prick at his eyes, made him squeeze his fingers into fists so tightly he drew blood. A low whimper escaped his lips and Lucius reached for him.

Harry ran, he tore from the room and the people staring at him. He couldn't bear to break down in front of them. He needed to be alone, to cry, to... Harry just didn't want to deal with it.

Lucius swore and waved his hand, the charm disappearing so the class could hear him. 'All of you stay where you are until class is over. If I hear that you've moved I'll put you all on detention, do you hear me?' he snarled.

He left the room before anyone could answer and turned, looking each way. But it was no use, Harry was gone.

'Fuck it,' he growled.

'What happened?' Hermione asked, she, Draco and Ron coming out of the room behind him.

'Molly Weasley sent a howler,' Lucius said and glared at Ron.

The red-head swore. 'I knew she'd take this bad, Mum still thinks Harry's going to marry Ginny.'

'Well he's not!' Lucius snarled. 'He's mine, not your sister's! And now he's out there alone, terrified that I'm going to leave him!'

'Why would he think that?' Draco asked.

'The Weasleys are his family,' Lucius explained, 'and Harry thinks they're going to cause too much trouble. He thinks I'll leave because it's too hard being with him.'

He could feel it in his heart, the band wrapped around the pumping organ filling Lucius with dread and heartbreak.

'We have to find him and tell him he's wrong,' Lucius said, trying to sound calm when inside he was aching for his mate. 'I'll never leave him, not for anything.'

'We'll split up,' Ron said. 'Hermione, check the Gryffindor common-room, the Astronomy Tower, the Room of Requirement-'

'No, I'll check the Room,' Draco said, 'I can work it better then Granger. After that I'll check Uncle Sev's office, sometimes Harry goes to him.'

Ron nodded and turned to Lucius. 'Mr Malfoy, check Dumbledore's office and your quarters.'

'What about you?' Draco asked.

'I'll check Hagrid's, the Forbidden Forest, and the Quidditch Stadium,' Ron said. 'If we find him, or don't, everyone meet in front of the Hourglasses in an hour. We can check the library and anywhere else we think he might go.'

There was a look of respect on Lucius' face that had never been there before as he looked at Ron.

'Hurry, go!' the red-head shouted and took off.

Everyone split up and went in search of their friend.

 

{oOo}

 

Hagrid hadn't seen Harry and Ron was sure his best friend wouldn't wander into the Forest without his invisibility cloak; too many bad memories.

He walked down the path that led to the Quidditch Stadium quickly, eyes peeled and looking for a familiar figure. He entered the Stadium and looked around at the stands, eyes narrowed. He was about to go check the locker rooms when he spotted Harry.

The other Gryffindor was sitting in the Slytherin part of the stands in the very front row. Ron ran across the pitch and under the stands, reaching the stairs that led up. He climbed them quickly and went down the aisle, turning right. He approached Harry carefully, not exactly sure how the veela was going to react to him.

Harry had his legs drawn up, arms wrapped around them, and his face burried in his knees. He was shaking slightly and Ron cleared his throat. Harry flinched and looked up.

His eyes were red-rhimmed and puffy, fresh tears falling from his sad looking green eyes as Ron approached.

'Can I sit down?' Ron asked. Harry nodded weakly and re-burried his face, hiding.

Ron sat and looked his friend over. Harry seemed so small and broken, fragile, and Ron hated that it was his mum that had done this.

'You okay?' Harry sniffed and Ron cursed himself. Idiot, of course he's not okay, the red-head thought. 'Um... wanna talk about it?' Ron wasn't good with emotions, or talking really, but he wanted to help.

Harry sniffed again. 'She said things a-about L-Lucius,' he mumbled.

'What things?'

'H-Horrible,' Harry whimpered. 'Called him v-vile, twisted, s-said he had me u-under a spell.'

'Harry, you know Mum doesn't know about the veela bond; she thinks Lucius is the same person he's always been.'

'I kn-know,' Harry cried. 'But I can't help it, R-Ron. I can't stand to h-hear bad stuff about L-Lucius. It makes me so m-mad.'

Ron bit his lip before asking, 'Are you scared he'll leave you?' Harry flinched and Ron realised Lucius had been right. 'Harry, Malfoy isn't going anywhere.'

'I'm t-too much t-trouble,' Harry said softly. 'W-Why would he stay?'

'He loves you,' Ron said. 'I can see it, Harry. He looks at you like you're the best thing in the world. And if I can see it, it must be true; you know how much I suck at reading people.'

Harry chuckled softly and sniffed.

Ron leaned back in his seat and looked out across the Quidditch pitch. 'Harry, I know I haven't been around,' the red-head said slowly, 'and I'm sorry for that. I was just trying to wrap my head around you and Mal- um, Lucius.

'But now that I've seen you together, and I've seen how much he cares about you... well, how can I do anything but accept it?'

Harry looked up at him. 'Really?'

Ron nodded. 'He loves you, mate.'

'I love him too,' Harry whispered, rubbing his nose on his sleeve.

'Have you told him that?'

Harry shook his head. He knew without a doubt that he loved Lucius Malfoy. When Molly had screamed all those things, all Harry had been able to feel was a persistant ache in his heart; it was his love for Lucius, trying to overtake Harry and remind the teenager that he cared about the blonde, even if other people said bad things about him. Harry loved everything about the man and he knew that would never change.

'Maybe you should tell him,' Ron said softly, 'he's worried about you.'

'I shouldn't have run,' Harry sighed. 'I'm such a child sometimes.'

'I'd run too if Mum had said horrible stuff about my soulmate,' Ron said. 'No one's blaming you for getting upset, Harry. I'm just glad you didn't blow up the room.' Harry giggled and rubbed his eyes. 'You okay?'

'Better,' Harry said. 'Thanks, Ron.'

'Hey, I can be good,' Ron said with a smile, 'just takes me a while.'

'Years,' Harry said and Ron laughed.

'I really am sorry, mate, it was just hard imagining Lucius Malfoy being... you know, human.'

'He's not cold,' Harry said, 'he can be sweet and loving.'

'I believe it,' Ron said.

Harry bit his lip. 'Was he mad?'

'Mad at my mum, definitely,' Ron said, 'but more worried about you. Harry, you know Mum won't accept this until you tell her the truth. I know it's none of her business but-'

'No, I have to tell her,' Harry sighed, 'otherwise she'll keep sending howlers and I don't want to break down again.'

Ron smiled. 'Everyone needs a good cry every now and then, mate.'

'Um... better not call me that in front of Lucius,' Harry said. Ron raised his eyebrows and Harry explained, 'He's my dominant veela, he's very protective of me, and me of him really. He hates anyone calling me a mate, even though they mean it as 'friend'. He's my mate, no one else.'

'Makes sense,' Ron nodded. 'Anything else I should know?'

'Um... don't say anything too bad about me,' Harry said, 'he get's really posessive and protecting, and don't touch me too much, he hates that.'

'Sounds like a Malfoy.'

Harry chuckled. 'That's what he said,' the teenager said and rubbed his eyes again. 'I'm the same,' he admitted. 'I hate anyone talking about his looks, or badmouthing him. I get insanely jealous and angry.'

'That's veelas for you.'

'It's annoying,' Harry grumbled. 'I wanna rip off people's heads when they say he's gorgeous.'

Ron wrinkled his nose. 'Don't worry, Harry, I won't be saying that any time soon.'

Harry smiled. 'Thanks, Ron; for everything.'

'No worries, ma... erm, buddy?'

Harry giggled and nudged him. 'Buddy sounds so wrong.'

'I think I'll stick to your name,' Ron said and stood. 'Now come on. If I don't bring you back, Malfoy will hunt me down.'

Harry smiled and followed him.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius, Hermione, and Draco were all waiting in front of the Hourglasses. Lucius turned as soon as Harry and Ron entered the castle. He flew across and wrenched Harry into his arms. Harry buried his face in Lucius' chest as Lucius stroked a hand through his hair.

'Are you okay?' Lucius demanded. 'Where were you? You didn't go into the Forest, did you? Are you feeling better, are you hurt? Harry-'

'Let me answer,' Harry cut him off. He saw that it was a struggle for Lucius to press his lips together. 'I'm fine, I was in the Quidditch Stadium, Ron found me and calmed me down.'

Lucius threw Ron a thankful look before turning back to Harry.

'I'm so sorry I ran off,' Harry said softly. 'It was childish of me.'

'No, Harry, don't apologise,' Lucius said. 'A woman you think of as a mother said some horrible things about me; you and your veela reacted, I didn't expect anything different.'

'My emotions are so messed up,' Harry sighed and he hugged Lucius again. 'I'm sorry.'

'Not a problem.'

Lucius stroked Harry's hair slowly, his other arm tight around the boy's shoulders. Both of Harry's arms were around Lucius' waist and he stood against him, breathing in Lucius' scent and letting his presence relax him.

Ron, Hermione and Draco started to walk away, knowing Harry was in safe hands. Before they could go, Lucius said, 'Mr Weasley?'

Ron turned to look at him.

'Thank you,' Lucius said.

The red-head could see that he meant it; Lucius' eyes were serious, thankful, and full of love for the teenager he held against him. Ron knew without a doubt that Harry was safe with the Slytherin. He didn't have to worry.

'No worries, Professor Malfoy.'

Lucius smiled and turned back to Harry. 'Do you want to go rest?'

Harry nodded and allowed Lucius to lead him to their quarters.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry felt exhausted that night, both mentally and physically. He'd stayed with Lucius all afternoon until the meeting in Dumbledore's office. The two had had to explain over and over again that they were veelas, bonded mates, and that they had to stay together or they'd die. Dumbledore had told the three wizards about the pain the couple had suffered when they'd spent three nights apart.

After four hours of arguing, nodding, negotiating, and Harry trying not to fall asleep, the representatives accepted that they were bonded and gave them the okay to be together at Hogwarts. Harry had grumbled that they didn't need anyone's permission but thankfully no one had heard him.

Now he was lying in bed wrapped in Lucius' arms, the blonde scratching at his scalp.

Harry was about to fall asleep when he remembered his conversation with Ron.

'L-Lucius?' he mumbled, eyes sliding shut.

'Yes, little one?'

'I... I love you.'

Lucius jerked back like he'd been hexed and looked down at his mate. 'What?'

'I love you, Lucius,' Harry whispered sleepily. 'Love you always.'

Lucius stared at him for a few seconds before a grin spread across his face. He leaned down and kissed Harry on the forehead, the teenager humming.

'I love you too, little one.'

Harry smiled. 'Good.' He snuggled further into Lucius' embrace and fell asleep with a grin on his face.

Chapter 18: True Colours

Notes:

Warnings: Dark themes and acts including attempted rape and angst.

Ron wrote to Mrs Weasley because Harry didn't trust himself not to send a howler of his own. The red-head had really come around. He was speaking to Harry again like he used to and was defending the teen's relationship with Lucius whenever someone tried to tease him.

Mrs Weasley had written back and apologised to Harry. But her letter was filled with, 'Are you sure he's really your mate?', 'you're too young for him', and, 'Harry, dear, you're not old enough to understand what Lucius really wants from you'.

It infuriated Harry to no end. She was still treating him like a child, like the eleven-year-old she'd first met on platform 9 3/4. Harry hadn't been a kid since he was one. His childhood had been stripped away when Voldemort murdered his parents. Molly seemed to think that Harry, who'd spent most of his life fighting, had defeated countless Death Eaters, had survived the Dursleys abuse and killed Lord Voldemort, couldn't figure out what he wanted and who Lucius Malfoy really was.

Harry ignored the letter. And burned every letter Molly sent after that. Ron understood; his mum was writing him too and asking Ron to try and talk sense into Harry, to break him and Lucius up. Ron said he was worried she'd gone as deranged as Ginny with all her, 'Lucius Malfoy is a swine' talk.

Harry was seriously considering cutting ties with the woman.

Bill and Fleur had written to tell him congratulations (even though they'd already known) and that a veela bond was very special. Fred and George demanded to know what Lucius was like in bed and sent a crudely drawn picture back when Harry abused them via owl.

Ginny was still shouting at Harry whenever she saw him, mainly because he was always with Lucius or Draco. Harry would ignore her, even though her words grated at his heart and made him want to explode. Ron and Hermione both tried to reason with her and Draco shouted right back.

Lucius was calm, collected, looking down at Ginny with a sneer on his face. He'd calmly retort, throwing everything back in Ginny's face. The witch wasn't anywhere near smart enough to win a verbal sparring match with Lucius Malfoy.

That didn't stop her screaming, though.

The couple were getting letters and howlers from various people. A lot of pure-bloods congratulated Lucius on sleeping his way back into Dumbledore's good books. Harry had to stop his mate setting fire to the letters, and their quarters.

A lot of people thought Lucius had Harry under a spell, or potion, or was offering Harry money (even thought Harry had a lot of money of his own). Some people said Harry just wanted to get back in the papers now that the war over. Sleeping with a Death Eater was definitely the way to get attention. Lucius had to stop Harry shattering all their windows with the teenager's temper spiked.

Some people congratulated them on moving on, on putting their pasts and the war behind them to find love. Harry liked those letters and kept them in the study folded in the bottom draw of the desk he shared with Lucius.

There were a number of vague death threats (and a few detailed ones) that Lucius put aside to give to the Auror office. The mates had to stop each other from hunting the people down and cursing them.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry was pushed into the wall and he stumbled, books spilling from his bag. 'Slut,' he heard as he straightened up.

He turned around quickly, looking every way, but no one was even looking at him. Harry scowled and bent to pick up his stuff. It had been the same thing for the past week; Harry would be pushed, tripped, or hexed. The person, or people, responsible didn't stick around long enough for Harry to even see them. They were cowards, attacking when Harry's back was turned. They were too scared to say anything to his face, or Lucius' face for that matter.

'Harry, are you alright?'

Harry looked up to see Luna, the seventh year Ravenclaw smiling dreamily at him.

'Hello, Luna.'

'Did you fall?'

'No, someone pushed me,' Harry said as he stood and stuffed his books back in his bag. Luna handed him the last two.

'Oh, that's not very nice,' she commented. 'Is it because of your relationship with Professor Malfoy?'

Harry hesitated before nodding. He wasn't sure how Luna would react to it; she'd been kept prisoner in Malfoy Manor for weeks, after all. If anyone had a reason to hate Lucius it was Luna.

'Does he make you happy, Harry?' the girl asked.

'Um... yeah, he does,' Harry said, the question taking him by surprise.

'Do you love him?'

'Yes,' Harry nodded without hesitation. 'I love him with all my heart.'

Luna smiled as Harry pulled his bag over one shoulder. 'Well then it's fine by me, Harry. If Mr Malfoy treats you nicely then you should be together.'

'Wow... um, thank you, Luna,' Harry said. He was once again hit with shock that he had such an understanding friend. Luna always looked past everything else, she seemed to be able to see what was most important. Like how Harry and Lucius felt for each other.

'It's okay, Harry, it's your decision after all,' the blonde said as they started walking to the Great Hall. 'It's not my business who you date... or bond to.'

Harry almost fell into the wall again, and this time no one had pushed him. 'What?' he spluttered.

'I remember hearding Lucius and Draco speaking when they were feeding Mr Ollivander and me,' Luna said, 'you know, when Voldemort kept us prisoner.'

Harry nodded.

'Draco was upset, almost crying,' Luna continued, 'and his father was trying to confort him. He told Draco he had to live to find his mate, to have kit and live happily. Draco pointed out that Lucius was yet to find his mate...' she trailed off and smiled at Harry, grey eyes wide. 'My point is, I know that Mr Malfoy and his son are veela. You're very lucky, Harry; having a veela love you is a gift.'

Harry stared at the girl, absolutely dumfounded.

'Mr Malfoy and his son were good to us when I was a prisoner,' Luna said conversationally. 'They brought us extra food and stopped the other Death Eaters cursing us. I like them.'

'Um... th-thanks, Luna, really,' Harry said. 'Thank you for telling me that.'

'Not a problem.'

'Could you... well, it's not public knowledge,' Harry said. 'Lucius and I are waiting until we're closer to break the news that we're soulmates.'

'Don't worry, Harry, your secret's safe with me,' Luna said with a broad smile. 'If you ever want to talk, you know where the Ravenclaw common room is.'

Harry laughed. 'Like I'd be able to get in there.'

Luna smiled as they stood just inside the Great Hall. 'I don't know, Harry; you're rather intelligent when you let yourself be.'

And with that she left, Harry shaking his head. He wouldn't change Luna for anything, no matter how strange she was. Harry felt like someone was watching him as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. He looked up to see Lucius staring at him, the blonde completely ignoring Severus. Harry grinned at him.

A foot shot out of nowhere and Harry tripped, slamming into the stone floor hard. His glasses shattered and he tasted blood, mouth and face aching as he rolled onto his back.

It wasn't the worst pain Harry had ever felt and he sat up slowly, head feeling fuzzy. His entire face was wet and when Harry sniffed, he realised his nose was clogged with blood.

'Harry!'

The green-eyed teen looked up and made out a blury image of bushy brown hair and maroon robes.

''Mione?' he slurred, tongue coated in blood.

'Oh Gods, what happened?' Hermione asked.

'Someone tripped me,' Harry said as Hermione helped him up. Suddenly the witch was flung aside and Ron and Neville only just managed to catch her. Lucius hauled Harry up and took his face.

'What happened?' he demanded loudly.

'Someone tripped me,' Harry repeated as he used his sleeve to rub at his bloody face. He felt his Lucius Band flex angrily, filling his body with fury. Everyone else seemed to feel it too and stepped back from the furious blonde.

'Who did this?' Lucius shouted.

'I dunno, didn't see anything,' Harry said as he rubbed his nose again. The blood wouldn't stop and Harry's chest and arm were coated in it.

'Lucius,' Severus said calmly from Harry's right. 'Calm down and get the boy to the hospital wing.'

Lucius growled and led Harry quickly from the hall, scowling at everyone he saw. Hermione grabbed Harry's bag and she, Ron and Neville ran after them.

Only Severus Snape noticed Ginny Weasley, the red-head smirking as Harry and his friends disappeared.

 

{oOo}

 

'Mr Malfoy, step back,' Madam Pomfrey ordered for the tenth time. She was cleaning up the blood with a wet sponge so she could see the extent of the damage. She didn't want to hurt Harry accidentaly with magic and Lucius was making it impossible to concentrate; he was hovering around Harry, growling whenever the healer touched him, and muttering about finding and killing the people responsible.

Lucius opened his mouth to shout but Harry cut him off. 'Lucius,' he said calmly, squinting as he tried to look at his mate, 'come sit next to me? I need you, it hurts.'

Lucius' veela whimpered and the man shot to Harry's side, engulfing him with one arm while picking up his other and threading their fingers together.

Hermione, Ron and Neville watched as Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief. Now able to concentrate, she soon found that Harry's nose was broken, four of his teeth chipped, and he'd bittin his own tongue quite badly.

She pointed her wand at him and muttered some spells, swishing and flicking the wood while Lucius growled, watching her carefully.

'Lucius,' Harry sighed and rested his head on the blonde's shoulder. 'I'm tired.'

'You've lost a lot of blood,' Poppy told him. 'You should take the afternoon off and rest.'

'Mm, sounds good,' Harry mumbled, voice clear now that Poppy had cleaned away the blood.

'When I find out who did this,' Lucius growled threateningly.

'No point, I'm fine now,' Harry said. Lucius glared and the teenager continued, 'Lucius, I don't want you going out and terrorising the students because you're upset. If we find out who did this, fine, then you can throw them from the Astronomy Tower.' Lucius snorted. 'Until then just leave it.'

'Are you sure?' Lucius demanded. 'Because I'll interogate the entire student body if I have to.'

'No, just leave it,' Harry repeated. 'Please?'

He gave Lucius the trademark puppy-dog eyes and the veela wilted. He wraped both arms around Harry and said, 'Fine.'

Harry smiled. He didn't want to cause a fuss and the bullying and teasing would just get worse if Lucius started shouting at anyone who looked at Harry. The teenager would deal with this in his own time.

'This is all Rita Skeeter's fault,' Lucius fumed. 'When I get my hands on her-'

'Lucius,' Harry said sternly. 'There's no need to share your murder plans with so many whitnessess.'

Neville and Ron both snorted, Hermione looked horrified, and Poppy chuckled. She knew how protective veela got; murder was nothing when a mate or kit was in trouble. She didn't doubt that Lucius would make Rita Skeeter pay.

And quite rightly, too, the healer thought as she waved her wand one last time, repairing Harry's glasses. That woman is a foul leech.

'All done, Mr Potter,' Madam Pomfrey announced. 'Remember, take it easy. Have some water before you go to bed and something to eat when you get up. Lucius, I'll beat you to within an inch of your life if you don't take care of this boy.'

Lucius glared at her but helped Harry up. He practically carried the teenager to their quarters and put him to bed. He made sure Harry was asleep before leaving.

The blonde was surprised to find Hermione, Ron and Neville all waiting in the sitting room.

'He's asleep,' he informed the collected teenagers.

They all exchanged looks beore Hermione put Harry's bag on the sofa.

'Mr Malfoy,' Neville said, 'we think Harry's being bullied.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'He's always tripped, his bag breaking, or yelping at odd times like he's been hit with a stinging hex,' Ron explained. 'I keep asking if he's alright but he tells me to forget it.'

'We're worried it's because of your... relationship,' Hermione said, glancing at Neville. Neville didn't yet know that Harry was Lucius' veela mate; he thought they were just boyfriends.

'I see...' Lucius said carefully. 'Can you three please keep an eye on him? I need him watched while I decide how to deal with this.'

They all nodded and left Lucius alone, the blonde sitting heavily on the sofa.

I should just tell everyone we're bonded, he thought. They'll leave Harry alone then.

Lucius sighed and rubbed his eyes. This situation was fast getting out of control.

 

{oOo}

 

Ron swore and scrunched the letter up, scowling at the owl that had delivered it. Hermione gave the bird a piece of ham to stop it attacking Ron and it flew off with ruffled feathers.

'What's wrong?' Harry asked. It was the afternoon after the tripping incident and so far nothing had happened.

'Mum,' the red-head scowled.

'What?' Hermione said.

Ron sighed and rubed his eyes. 'She's still trying to get me to break Harry and Mr Malfoy up.'

'But they're mates,' Hermione said, munching on her sandwhich.

'I know, I told her that,' Ron said. 'But she seems to think Mr Malfoy's tricked him or something- Harry, no!'

Harry had grabbed the letter and smoothed it out to read. His eyes went wide as Ron tried to tug it out of his hands. It was too late.

 

... Malfoy is a vile, twisted, sorry excuse for a wizard, Ronald. You stay away from him...

... Harry doesn't understand what's going on around him, he never has. You have to protect him, son...

... don't leave them alone, Malfoy will use Harry until he's done...

... veela, don't make me laugh. He's using his charm to get Harry...

... Harry's damaged by the war and by You-Know-Who, he needs help...

... make sure you tell Harry what you really think of Malfoy subtly, he'll listen to you...

... Harry belongs with Ginny, Malfoy's twisted his mind so the poor boy thinks being gay is okay...

... Harry WILL marry Ginny, and when he does we'll be better off. Malfoy's just after his money...

 

Harry dropped the letter, tears burning behind his eyes. He couldn't believe that Molly Weasley, who he'd always considered like a mother, thought so badly of him. She thought he was damaged, stupid, that Lucius was using him.

'Harry, ignore her, she doesn't know what she's talking about,' Ron said, shaking Harry's arm.

Harry stood and felt a much warmer, stronger hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Lucius.

'Love, what's wrong?' the veela asked.

Harry gestured at the letter before grabbing his bag. 'I need to be alone,' he said and left before Lucius could stop him.

Confused, Lucius picked up the letter and read it quickly. Ron slid away when the man's arm started shaking, and then the letter burst into flames. Ash curled to the floor as Lucius crushed it in his hand.

'Mr Weasley,' he said, voice barely controlled, 'tell your mother to leave my mate alone. If she so much as comes within a foot of him, I will kill her, do you understand?'

Ron nodded quickly and watched as Lucius stalked out of the hall.

'Bloody hell,' the wizard breathed.

'He has every right to warn you,' Hermione said, staring at the pile of ashes on the edge of the table.

'I'm surprised,' Ron said, 'I thought he'd just apparate over and attack Mum.'

'Mr Malfoy's changed because of Harry,' Hermione explained, 'he won't hurt her because he knows it would upset Harry.'

'I dunno,' Ron said and turned back to his lunch. He pushed it away, suddenly not hungry. 'I don't think I can move back home after this year if Mum's gonna act like this.'

Hermione raised her eyebrows. 'Really?'

Ron sighed and said, 'Harry's right, she's always treating him like a child. She's never cared what he wants, it's all about, 'what's best'. And she keeps pushing for me to get Harry and Ginny back together, even though Harry told everyone he was gay.

'She seems to think being gay's wrong and that Mr Malfoy tricked Harry into liking men, she's delusional.' He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at Hermione. 'I think it's best I just put some distance between us until she grows up.'

Hermione was speechless. She'd never heard Ron sound so... grown up, before.

'Whatever you want, Ron,' she finally managed. 'You know Harry and I will support you.'

Ron smiled weakly at her and went back to his food, only poking it around his plate as he thought about his best friend.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry stared across the lake, back pressed to the large oak tree. It had grown cold and Harry pulled his robes closer around him. He had managed not to burst into tears but they were threatening to break free, burning behind his eyes and making him scrub his face. He didn't want to even think about Molly Weasley. The woman could go to hell as far as he was concerned.

He ended up lost in thought, thinking about everything that had happened since he'd found out about the magic world. The very best thing so far had been Lucius. Yes, Harry loved using magic, he loved his friends, but Lucius was his world, his heart. He loved Harry for who he is, not because he was The Boy Who Lived. He loved... Harry, just Harry.

And nothing was going to keep them apart, especially some middle-aged woman who kept trying to pair the young veela off with her daughter.

Satisfied that he was no longer a sobbing mess, Harry stood and grabbed his bag. He was startled to see that it was dark, the grounds pitch black and the moon only quarter full.

How did I miss that? Harry thought as he quickly walked back to the castle, shivering as a cold wind swept across his body.

The Great Hall was empty, the doors open wide and showing Harry a dark, empty room. He had no idea what time it was and hurried back to his own quarters.

Harry was on the third floor when he was grabbed. He shouted in surprise as strong hands dragged him down the corridor. He was slammed against a wall and Harry gasped. Moonlight streamed through the large window to Harry's right, bathing the teenager in light.

Three boys, all about sixteen or seventeen, were standing before Harry. They wore Gryffindor robes and smirked at him. Two were holding Harry's shoulders, pinning him to the wall. They were tall, muscular, and kind of stupid looking.

The boy in front of Harry was blonde and thin, but looked like he was packing muscle beneath his robes. Harry recognised him from Quidditch try-outs a few years ago and thought his name was Michaels.

'Well, look at we have here,' Michaels sneered. 'Hansen, Myer, we found ourselves a slut.'

Harry wanted to shiver at his words but swallowed thickly. 'Let me go.'

Michaels laughed and it was cold, cruel. 'Nah, don't think so,' he said. 'See, we like sluts, don't we boys?'

The other two, Hansen and Myer, snickered.

'Just let me go,' Harry said and tried to fight but it was no use. Hansen and Myer were too strong and Harry's arms were pinned. He couldn't reach his wand.

'Fight all you want, whore,' Michaels said and stepped closer. His body odour was revolting and Harry tried to turn away. Michaels grabbed his chin and sniffed. 'Mm, smell pretty for a slut.'

'Please,' Harry said, fear spilling through his body, 'just let me go and I'll forget this happened.'

'Nah, gonna have some fun,' Michaels said. 'Ginny says you're a whore, we believe it. No way Malfoy would submit to you.'

'Did Ginny put you up to this?' Harry demanded, struggling again. He was slammed into the wall for his trouble and winced, back aching.

Michaels slapped him across the face, hard, and Harry gasped in pain, blood trickling down his face from where his glasses had cut into him.

'Unless you like pain you'll shut your mouth,' Michaels snarled. He stepped even closer, putting his body into direct contact with Harry's.

Harry's eyes went wide when he felt a firm hardness against his thigh. Fresh terror spiked in him as he realised what exactly Michaels and his friends had planned.

'No, please!' Harry begged, trying to fight away.

'You'll love it,' Michaels said and reached down, hand trailing down Harry's stomach, his thigh. He grabbed Harry's crotch.

Harry couldn't help it. He screamed.

Chapter 19: Veela Anger

Notes:

Warnings: Attempted rape, violence, minor character death. You've been warned! Seriously, major angst here.

Also; Idea for the Veela Nation and Creature Council getting involved goes to WyrdSmith over on FFN.

'I'm having a restraining order put on that woman,' Lucius proclaimed as he paced through Severus' sitting room.

Severus and Draco glanced at each other before looking back at the blonde.

'Really, Father?' Draco asked. 'Are you sure?'

'You didn't read the letter,' Lucius said. 'She thinks Harry's delusional, she sees him as a child. Not to mention that she still thinks he and the Weasley girl will marry...'

'But Harry's gay,' Draco said, confused, 'even if she doesn't believe that you two are mates, surely she can see-'

'Molly Weasley won't let years of planning go to waste,' Severus interupted.

'What do you mean?' Draco asked and even Lucius looked at the other professor.

'Molly has been shaping Potter since the boy was eleven,' Severus said. 'Sending him gifts, letting him stay, being a mother figure for him... I'm not saying that on some level she doesn't love him but... I fear she loves his money and status more.'

'You think she wants Harry to marry her daughter for the money?' Lucius questioned.

Severus nodded. 'Molly Weasley is fiercely protective of her children,' he said. 'Harry was supposed to marry her daughter, he even dated her in his sixth year. She thought the girl's life was set. And now, because of you, all of that has been taken away.'

'She's mental,' Draco said, leaning back in the armchair.

'I'll definitely put the order out now,' Lucius said. 'Nobody will have Harry's money but Harry himself.'

Severus smiled at the love on Lucius' face. His smile turned into a frown when Lucius clutched his heart. 'Lucius-'

'Father,' Draco gasped, hand going to his own chest. He gripped his shirt tightly.

'Harry,' Lucius growled and took off, slamming Severus' portrait open and stumbling into the Slytherin's office.

'Sev, Harry's in trouble!' Draco shouted and ran after his dad.

Severus cursed, throwing his drink aside and following the blondes.

 

{oOo}

 

Michaels squeezed Harry's groin and the Gryffindor tried to break free. He'd never felt this terrified in his life. With Voldemort, Harry had always known that the worse thing he'd face was torture and death. Physical pain Harry could deal with, he was used to it.

But this was so much more. This was taking away something that not even Lucius had got. This was Harry's body, his only; no one had ever taken this from him.

'Fuck off, let me go!' Harry screamed, terror making his body tense and ache. He thrashed but couldn't break free, Hansen and Myer holding him in place.

Michaels growled when Harry's body refused to respond to him. He crushed his form against Harry's own and felt the other boy trembling.

'Not so great now, are you, Potter?' he sneered. He rutted his hard length against Harry's stomach and the other Gryffindor whimpered.

'P-Please, s-stop...' he gasped.

'I like that, you begging me,' Michaels grinned. He leaned up and touched Harry's throat, Harry flinching away. Michaels ran a smooth finger down Harry's skin and it was like acid, burning the teenager and making him grit his teeth.

No/i, Harry thought, only Lucius can do that, Lucius, please help me!

Michaels was still pushing against him as he ripped Harry's robes aside. He loosened his tie and started flicking buttons open, exposing Harry's chest to the cold night air.

He noticed Harry's Mark and grinned.

'So you are Malfoy's bitch,' he said and licked his lips.

'Stop,' Harry begged.

Michaels leaned forward and licked Harry's Mark.

Harry went rigid as a wet, unfamiliar tongue traced his bruised skin.

He was touching it.

Lucius' Mark.

The Mark that represented their bond.

Something in Harry snapped and his veela leapt forth. Harry exploded, magic forcing all three boys back. Harry screamed, eyes squeezed shut as his veela scrambled to protect him.

Another explosion shattered the window and wall next to Harry, glass raining down and stone going flying. Michaels slammed into the wall opposite Harry with a sickening crack, skull bursting open and showering the stone in blood.

Hansen and Myer were thrown to the floor like rag dolls as glass, stone, and power swirled around Harry.

Harry couldn't think straight, couldn't do anything but scream, entire body tense. His veela roared and fresh magic crackled around the teenager, cracks appearing in the floor and doors blowing off their hinges. The entire castle shook with Harry's power.

Hansen and Myer tried to scramble away but were pulled back by Harry's veela, the creature yet to get it's revenge.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco and Severus followed Lucius, the veela being pulled by his Harry Band. They were on the staircase heading for the third floor when something exploded.

Draco and Severus were thrown into the banister but Lucius remained on his feet as the castle shook around them. He climbed the last three stairs and turned right.

Harry was at the very end of the corridor, the moon-lit sky behind him. An entire wall had completely disappeared, leaving jagged stones in it's place. Magic and debris swirled around Harry and his face was a mask of terror.

Lucius hurried forward, moving faster then he ever had before. Severus and Draco were right behind him, being pumelled by wind and Harry's power. Severus shivered at the raw power Harry was exibiting and Draco growled at the fear he could feel. Something had truely terrified his father's mate.

'Harry!' Lucius shouted. 'Harry, I'm here!'

Harry twitched, bright green eyes opening slightly. They went wide when he saw Lucius and suddenly the magic completely disappeared, leaving everyone stumbling at the sudden shift.

'Harry,' Lucius said, carefully taking a step forward. 'Are you okay?'

Harry's face screwed up and he burst into tears. He fell and Lucius jumped forward, catching his mate in his arms. Harry wailed and grabbed at Lucius' robes, trying to curl his body completely into Lucius' embrace.

'Shh, little one, it's okay,' Lucius said, wrapping his arms around Harry quickly. 'I'm here, Harry, I'm here.'

'LUCIUS!' Harry screamed and buried his face in his mate's neck. 'Lucius, they... they...' He trailed off to cry, body shaking violently.

Lucius pulled him close, not knowing what to do. He had no idea what had happened, what had pushed his love over the edge.

'Harry, tell me what's wrong,' Lucius said as he stroked a hand through the Gryffindor's hair. 'Tell me what happened and I'll fix it, whatever it is.'

'They... they... t-touched... m-me!' Harry wailed.

Lucius froze, eyes wide as he stared at his shaking mate. And then white hot fury wrapped around his body completely. He snarled and Harry curled into him.

'Who?' he demanded. 'Who touched you?'

'G-Gryffindor b-boys,' Harry said. 'Over... t-there...'

Lucius' head whipped up and he saw three bodies, two moving, one covered in blood. His eyes locked onto the two shaking teenagers who had managed to get to their feet.

'HOW DARE YOU!' Lucius roared as he stood, Harry in his arms. 'HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY MATE!'

Draco and Severus had listened in silence and both jolted when Harry said those words. They rounded on the two boys and withdrew their wands.

'You pricks!' Draco shouted. 'What the fuck's wrong with you?'

'It was Ginny,' one gasped, eyes wide in terror. 'Ginny told us to!'

'I don't care who told you to!' Draco screamed in anger.

'You're lucky you're alive,' Severus said in barely controlled rage.

As soon as he'd said the words, Lucius pounced. Harry was suddenly sitting on the floor next to Draco, crying and grabbing at the other boy's leg. Draco dropped to the floor as Lucius slammed into the two Gryffindors, pinning them to the wall.

He snarled in rage and the boys screamed. Before Severus could stop him, Lucius had pulled his wand and shouted.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!'

The boy on the right fell to the floor, dead, and the other boy screamed and tried to break free.

Before Lucius could kill him too, Harry's sobs reached his ears. Throwing his plans for revenge aside in favour of comforting his mate, Lucius turned and ran back to Harry.

Harry threw his arms around Lucius' neck. Lucius pulled him onto his lap and buried his face in Harry's hair, murmuring soothing words.

Severus bound the boy still alive and stepped in front of him. 'Draco, take Lucius and Harry to their quarters and get Miss Granger and Mr Weasley,' the potions master ordered. 'Tell Albus to go to them and ask him to send McGonagall and Flitwick here to help me clean up. We need to control this situation before anyone finds out.'

Draco nodded and went to his dad and Harry. Lucius allowed himself to be dragged up and led away, Harry crying against his chest.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke with a jolt. He was lying in bed, his and Lucius' bed, and when he sat up he saw that it was dark. Frowning, Harry reached for his glasses and slid them on.

The night's events crashed over him and tears welled up in his eyes. His Mark burned and Harry felt disgusted, absolutely sickened that he'd let anyone but Lucius touch him.

Throwing the covers back, Harry leapt out of bed and tore off looking for his mate. He was only wearing boxers, nothing else, but Harry didn't care. He needed-

Harry rounded the corner and stopped short. The sitting room was full of people; Kingsley Shaklebolt and two other wizards dressed in Ministry robes were standing before the couch. Severus, Albus, Ron and Hermione were all standing between them and the portrait hole. Lucius and Draco were facing off Kingsley, looking enraged.

'I DID IT TO PROTECT MY MATE!' Lucius roared. 'DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU'LL TAKE HIM AWAY!'

'Mr Malfoy, be reasonable,' Kingsley tried.

'They touched him!' Draco shouted, sounding as furious as his father. 'Harry had every right to kill them and so did Father!'

Harry choked when he heard them and every face turned to him. Lucius' anger fell away to be replaced by worry.

'Little one, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you.'

Fresh tears coated Harry's face and he ran across the room. Lucius opened his arms and Harry leapt into them, quickly smothered in warmth, in Lucius. He was still upset but Lucius' mere presence stopped the shaking.

Lucius carried his mate to the sofa and sat down, curling his arms around the boy protectively. He murmured words of love and protection in Harry's ear.

'See, he's distraught!' Draco said, rounding on the Minister. 'The only thing that stopped him blowing up Hogwarts was Dad!'

'It's true, Kingsley,' Severus said. 'You didn't see the power he was exibiting, it was amazing. Harry would have blown up half the castle if Lucius hadn't got to him.'

'Be that as it may,' Kingsley said, 'I can't just look the other way when Harry kills another student.'

Harry tensed in Lucius' arms as the blonde growled.

'He's a veela,' Ron said, sounding angry himself.

'We told you that, Kingsley, you know!' Hermione tried.

'He's not a veela yet, you said they haven't completed the bond,' Kingsley said and rubbed his eyes. 'You know I don't want to do this but-'

'The boy is a danger to every student here,' one of the Ministry wizards interupted. 'He needs to be removed.'

Lucius tried to stand but Draco pushed him down.

'Mr Malfoy too must face the punishment for his crime,' the other man said. 'He will face the full...'

He trailed off when there was a sharp knock on the portrait. Everyone but Albus looked confused as the Headmaster smiled and went to get it.

He returned with two people, a man and a woman. They were breathtakingly beautiful, the man with caramal coloured hair that fell to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes. The woman was slightly shorter then him and had dark scruffy hair that stuck up on end, her brown eyes sharp.

'Allow me to introduce Perry Octavian,' Albus said, gesturing to the man first, 'and Annigail Laveen.'

'We are representatives from the Veela Nation, the Creature Council to be exact,' Octavian said, voice light and airy but with a hint of power. 'We are here to discuss the matter of Harry Potter and his veela mate, Lucius Malfoy.'

'Mr Octavian-' Kingsley began, only to be cut off.

'No,' the veela said, 'you will listen to us. Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy shall state their case and we will make a decision.' He turned to Harry and Lucius. 'Please, tell us what happened.'

Lucius bent to his mate and said in a soft voice, 'Little one, you must tell us what happened.'

Harry whimpered.

'I know it's hard,' Lucius said, 'just tell us what happened and we can put it behind us.'

Harry sniffed and managed to sit up. He stayed on Lucius' lap, arms wrapped around his mate. He blinked to clear the tears before speaking in a broken voice.

'I was c-coming back from out-outside,' he said. 'It was d-dark and I was coming back h-here. I was grabbed b-by those three b-boys and... and...' He trailed off as fresh tears coated his cheeks.

Lucius reached up to wipe them away and pressed a soft kiss to Harry's cheek. 'I'm here, love, you're not alone.'

Harry nodded weakly before continuing. 'They c-called me a s-slut,' he whimpered, 'and said they l-liked that... the b-blonde one, he... he t-touched me, g-grabbed me.' He swallowed back his sob and looked down. 'He... he... t-touched my... my...'

'Harry, you can tell us,' Lucius said. 'No one will judge you.'

Harry shook as a sob escaped his lips. 'Lucius, he licked my Mark!' the teenager cried. 'The Mark you gave me, he licked it!' He buried his face in Lucius' neck to cry.

Lucius tried to control his rage but a growl rolled past his lips.

'Father, calm yourself,' Draco said softly, sitting beside them on the sofa. 'Harry needs you, think of revenge later.'

'I think I speak for the Veela Nation,' the female veela, Annigail Laveen, said slowly, 'when I say that we are beyond outraged that this has occured.'

'I agree,' Octavian said. 'Did any of the boys survive?'

'Harry killed one,' Severus said, 'and Lucius another.'

'The third boy will face charges from our Nation,' Laveen said.

'He didn't know Harry was a veela,' Kingsley said, 'he can't be held by your rules-'

'Regardless of his knowledge, he will be punished according to our rules!' Laveen snarled. 'Such behaviour is not tolerated by our people. Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter were both within their rights to kill the offenders.'

'You know how protective veela are,' Albus spoke up, looking at Kingsley. 'Lucius and Harry couldn't control themselves, they had to kill the boys.'

'I would have too,' Severus growled. 'To do that to a fellow human being is absolutely disgusting.'

Ron and Hermione both nodded in agreement and Kingsley rubbed his eyes.

'I know that veela are exempt from our laws,' he said slowly.

'You have no right to charge either of them,' Octavian said. 'If you do, Minister, you will be at war with the Veela Nation. We do not tolerate our own being violated in such a way.'

Harry looked up and said, 'R-Really?'

'Of course, little one,' Laveen said, face soft, 'to touch a veela, to try and take something like that from them, it is inexcusable. Our Nation is behind you completely.'

Harry sniffed and rubbed his eyes. 'I didn't mean to k-kill anyone,' he choked out. 'I was just so angry a-and scared...'

'You didn't do anything wrong, Harry,' Lucius said and kissed him again. 'Don't doubt your actions for even a second.'

Kingsley sighed and said, 'As Minister of Magic, I pardon Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy on the grounds that they are veela. Harry acted in self-defence, Mr Malfoy to protect his mate. The Veela Nation will be responsible for the punishment of Larson Wells, the surviving boy.'

What followed was official talk that Harry tuned out until he heard Octavian speak.

'You will give Lucius Malfoy his fortune back,' the veela said sternly. 'He is the dominant in this partnership, it is his right to be able to care for his mate financially.'

Kingsley nodded though he didn't look happy about it. He bid them all goodnight and slowly everyone left, leaving only Harry, Lucius, Draco, Albus, and the two veelas.

'Mr Malfoy,' Octavian said, 'on behalf of the Veela Nation we congratulate you on finding your mate.'

'Thank you,' Lucius said.

'About time,' Laveen commented, 'we were thinking it would never happen.'

Lucius smiled and said, 'I would wait a thousand years for my Harry.'

Harry smiled too and burrowed into his lover's body.

'I just hope Draco doesn't hate to wait as long,' Lucius said and glanced at his son.

Draco shrugged but both Octavian and Laveen chuckled.

'Fear not, little one, your mate is close by,' Laveen said.

'In a way,' Octavian smiled and Laveen nodded.

'What?' Draco gasped. 'Do you know who it is?'

'We cannot say, it is part of your heritage to find your mate yourself,' Laveen said.

'But you won't have to wait long, believe us when we say that,' Octavian said and stood. 'Harry, Lucius, it was wonderful to meet you. If you have any troubles or questions, please contact us.'

Lucius nodded and shook both their hands.

'Thank you so much,' Harry said.

'Not a problem, little one,' Octavian said. 'Just remember to inform the Nation when you bond, marry, and produce kit. We must keep an eye on our numbers.'

Lucius promised he would and Albus saw them out. He came back in to see Harry yawning.

'Bed, perhaps?' Albus suggested.

'I think so,' Lucius said and made to stand.

'I'm sorry,' Harry said suddenly and turned to look at them all. 'I never meant to k-kill anyone, I'm so sorry.'

'Harry, you were defending yourself,' Albus said, 'nobody thinks any differently of you. Rest, let your mate comfort you, but don't blame yourself for this.'

'He's right, Harry,' Draco said. 'Father and I would have done the same thing in your position.'

Harry just nodded and let Lucius pick him up. He was placed back in bed and Lucius climbed in with him.

'I love you, Harry,' Lucius whispered. 'I'm so sorry this happened to you.'

'Thank you for saving me,' Harry said and rubbed his eyes. 'I love you too.'

Lucius pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead and the teenager fell asleep.

Chapter 20: Statements and Reactions

Notes:

Idea for Hermione, Ron and Draco speaking to The Daily Prophet is from Annabeth Volturi over on FFN.

Harry was a bit shaken over the following days but he soon managed to return to normal. Lucius clung to him like the over-protective veela he was. Harry grumbled but loved it mostly. No one had ever cared about how he was after bad things happened, except for Hermione really. Mostly people were just glad when whatever disaster Harry had been up against was over.

It was different this time. Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, Draco, Severus, and Albus all came to visit. Sirius was as angry as Lucius had been, storming around their quarters and threatening to hunt down the remaining boy and castrate him. The most amazing thing was when he hugged Lucius and thanked him for protecting Harry. The blonde gave him an awkward pat on the back and Harry, Remus, Draco and Severus all snickered.

Hermione fussed over him like a mother; making sure Harry was eating, sleeping well, hovering around him whenever she visited. Ron tried to keep her calm but even he asked every few minutes if Harry was okay.

Surprisingly the Gryffindor was recovering well. He'd got over the initial shock and with Lucius and Draco around, he was coming back to himself. He no longer jumped when anyone touched him and managed to go whole hours without shouting for Lucius.

Albus had broken the news to the students and had promised Kingsley that Lucius and Harry would tell the world about their veela bond. Lucius had agreed and finally Harry nodded, saying everyone had to be warned incase anyone was stupid enough to try something like that again.

So a trusted reporter was called in and their story was told.

After that there was the little matter of Rita Skeeter. Remus, who was on the Creature Council, had spoken with Perry Octavian and Annigail Laveen. All three agreed that Skeeter had set this off by telling the world of what she'd seen. She was well within her right to publish anything but under Veela Nation laws, she had violated the bond between Harry and Lucius and needed to be punished.

So it was with great delight that Lucius joined them in hunting the bitch down.

They found her in Diagon Alley trying to get a story out of a plump witch who sold cakes. The woman was trying her hardest to get Rita away and jumped when she saw the four.

Lucius placed a hand on Rita's shoulder and growled in her ear. 'Our meeting has been long overdue.'

Rita scrambled away from him, eyes wide and Quick Quill hovering around her.

'I can publish what I want!' she said shrilly.

Octavian scowled at her and Remus said, 'Under Veela Nation law, you violated Lucius' and Harry's bond.'

'V-Veela?' Rita gaped, eyes going wide.

'Don't pretend you didn't know of my blood,' Lucius growled.

'You will be punished accordingly,' Laveen said and grabbed the woman's arm. 'The Veela Nation is taking you into custody to be tried for crimes against our citizens.'

She and Octavian disapparated away, Rita screaming as she went.

Lucius smirked and Remus said, 'Well, we don't have to deal with her any more. Any idea what will happen to her?'

'Only minor charges,' Lucius said as he looked at the werewolf. 'Veelas take bonds highly seriously and she had no right to talk about mine and Harry's. But it was my fault, I shouldn't have kissed him in public. Free speech and all that garbage means she won't end up in prison.'

'That... sucks, really,' Remus said. 'She's hounded Harry enough.'

'If she does it again, knowing of our bond, she'll go to prison,' Lucius said. 'Hopefully she realised that I'll kill her if she upsets my mate again.'

 

{oOo}

 

The Bond At Hogwarts

By Martin Hentemenn

 

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been home to a very special bond since August. Harry Potter, The Saviour of the Wizaring World, and Lord Lucius Malfoy, Patriarch of the Malfoy Family, are bonded soulmates.

For those of you who don't know, Lucius Malfoy is a veela from his mother's side. Veela, no matter how much of a percentage, have mates that last a life-time. Mr Malfoy's is our own Harry Potter.

A veela bond is one of love, devotion, and protection. The two involved are soulmates and, if parted, will die a most painful death.

For reasons only known to the couple, Misters Potter and Malfoy chose to keep this information to themselves. Now, however, they have chosen to tell the world because of events that happened at Hogwarts three days ago.

I have been asked not to gloss over the facts and I myself am appauled that this could happen, especially to the kind man who saved our lives and defeated You-Know-Who.

Three days ago, Harry Potter was accosted by three Gryffindor students who tried to rape him. When this happened, Mr Potter's own veela defended him. One boy was killed before Lucius Malfoy could reach his mate, and the veela killed another boy before Severus Snape intervened. Under both Veela Nation law and Wizarding Law, neither Mr Potter or Mr Malfoy are responsible for their actions. It is within a veela's right to kill anyone who tries to touch their mate without their consent.

As such, Misters Malfoy and Potter are not going to be charged for the deaths of the two boys. Mr Potter was shaken by the events but with his family's support, he has come back to himself.

"He was distraught," fellow student Draco Malfoy has spoken out. "He would jump even when Father touched him and was prone to crying at the oddest moments."

"Can you blame him?" best friend Ronald Weasley, and one third of the Golden Trio, told me. "I would be just as upset if some idiot tried to do that to me."

When asked about the relationship between Mrs Potter and Malfoy, Hermione Granger was the most vocal.

"They're gorgeous together," the Muggle-born told me. "I've never seen love like it. Harry and Lucius look at each other like nothing else matters. Lucius doesn't see the Saviour, the wizarding world's hero, he just sees Harry.

"All Harry's ever wanted is a family and Lucius has given him that. They're strong together, they love each other completely.. I support them because Lucius would never hurt Harry."

"I was a little concerned at first," Ronald Weasley has admitted, "but you've just gotta spend five minutes with them and you can see the love."

"It's great," Draco Malfoy has said. "Father has never looked so happy and that's all because of Harry. They love each other."

I myself was privy to their relationship and can see that what Mr Potter's friends say is true; Harry Potter is completely in love with his mate.

The couple have asked that their relationship is respected and that strangers especially keep their distance. Veela are fiercely protective of their mates and kit (children) and will not hesitate to attack if they are feared in danger. Take a lesson from recent events and respect their privacy.

This reporter wishes the couple all the luck in the world and hopes that recent events don't change the bond growing between them.

 

{oOo}

 

'We should have told everyone the first time,' Harry said as he put The Daily Prophet down. 'We could have avoided this.'

'It was none of their business,' Lucius said. 'We didn't have to tell anyone if we didn't want.'

'But-'

'No buts, Harry,' Lucius said. 'Those... scum, acted of their own free will. They decided to try something with you and were punished accordingly.' He growled. 'I just wish I could have killed that other one.'

'He's in prison,' Draco said from across the table.

'Azkaban?' Harry asked.

'No, Cordicon,' Lucius said, 'it's the veela prison in the arctic.'

'Why there?' Harry asked.

'It's the capital of the Veela Nation, where a lot of veela live,' Draco explained. 'Part veelas like Father and myself live in the magic world but most stick to their own kind.'

'The prison is filled with veelas,' Lucius said with a little smirk, 'the prisoners don't take kindly to people trying to touch veela in such a way.'

'Really?' Harry said. 'But they're in prison too.'

'For crimes like stealing and such,' Lucius said. 'No veela would come between two mates.'

'He'll be dead within a week,' Draco said dismissively.

Harry couldn't help but feel slight satisfaction at the Slytherin's words. He still shivered every time he thought of that night. The boy had got what he deserved.

'Harry, let's forget it,' Lucius said and took his mate's hand.

'I'm trying,' Harry said honestly, 'and believe me, you're helping.'

Lucius smiled at him.

 

{oOo}

 

'See, Lucius Malfoy has completely warped Harry's mind,' Molly said, gesturing at the paper.

'Molly,' Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was sick to death of hearing his wife going on about how awful Lucius Malfoy was. While he didn't like the man, he trusted Harry. If Harry said Lucius was his mate, that he was kind and loving, then Arthur believed him, no questions asked.

'No, he's twisted our Harry,' Molly insisted. 'You know him, he wouldn't choose Malfoy over us.'

'He hasn't,' Arthur said for the fifteenth time. 'Harry has no choice, Lucius is his mate.'

Molly snorted.

'Why can't you believe it?' Arthur demanded. 'Lucius can't hurt Harry, he loves him, he would die for him.'

'He's a foul creature who's completely ruined our family,' Molly said. 'Ginny's distraught and Ron's trying to convince me that they're perfect together.' She took her head.

Arthur sighed again.

'Harry will marry Ginny,' Molly inisisted. 'He'll join our family and support us.'

Arthur grimaced. His wife was fast losing control of reality. She seemed intent on getting Harry and Ginny together, even though the teenager had admitted he was gay. She seemed to only care about his money.

'Molly, please-' He cut himself off when an official looking owl with jet black feathers swooped into the room. He dropped an emerald green envelope on the table and took off.

'It's addressed to you,' Arthur said.

Molly ripped it open and Arthur leaned over the table to read;

 

Dear Molly Weasley,

Information has been brought to our attention to result in the following orders.

Under Law 452 of the Wizengamont, we have been asked to inform you that a restraining order has been placed against you by Lord Harry James Potter, Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, and Master Draco Lucius Malfoy.

If you come within fifty feet of our three clients, you will be punished according to Law 452. If you break this order again, you will be sentenced to fourteen months inprisonment in Azkaban.

We have also been asked to inform you that the Veela Nation and Creature Council orders the following; if you try to break the bond between mates Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy, either through print or in person (whether that be by physically taking Mr Potter away or forming a plan to cause problems between Misters Potter and Malfoy), you will be subjected to the full force of the Veela Nation and, if you survive, will be inprisoned in the Veela prison of Cordicon for life.

We hope you adheer to these orders. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me at my firm of Lasander, Spike, & Holmes.

Regards,

Josepie Holmes

 

Molly's mouth had dropped open and she stared at the letter in shock.

'Molly, you brought this on yourself,' Arthur said. 'Harry made his wishes clear and he wants to be with Lucius.'

'THAT SWINE!' the Weasley matriarch screamed. 'HOW DARE HE TRY AND TAKE HARRY AWAY! I'LL SHOW HIM! NO ONE WILL STOP GINNY MARRYING HARRY!'

Arthur shook his head and grabbed his coat. Before he could say anything that would ruin his marriage, he flooed to work.

 

{oOo}

 

'Good,' was what Ron said when Harry told him about the restraining order. 'Dad's written to me, Mum's completely flipped the lid,' he continued. 'She keeps insisting that you and Ginny will be married.' He shook his head as he leaned back on the sofa.

'I'm sorry, Ron, I didn't mean for any of this to happen,' Harry said. 'But after the incident Lucius isn't taking any chances.'

Ron brushed Harry's apology aside. 'Harry, I'm with you one hundred percent behind this. Mum and Ginny need to get over it and realise that Lucius isn't going to hurt you, that you're happy. Until then, I'm by your side.'

Harry grinned and Ron could see how much his words meant to the other Gryffindor. Harry had always been there for Ron, had saved his life countless times. Ron wasn't going to leave now.

'Thanks, Ron, that means a lot to me,' Harry said honestly.

Ron smiled back.

 

{oOo}

 

Ginny Weasley sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common-room. She stared into the flames, thinking about the article she had just read.

It meant nothing to her. Lucius Malfoy was a twisted son of a bitch and Harry was hers. He was confused, that was all, taken in by Malfoy's lies. He wasn't Lucius' mate, could never be bonded to such a horrible man.

Ginny would get her Harry back. They'd marry and have kids, end of story.

Michaels and his friends had failed. But Ginny would get Harry back, no matter what it took.

Chapter 21: Happy Birthday

October 27th, Lucius woke to find Harry gone. It wasn't that uncommon, sometimes Lucius had a free period and would sleep in, or Harry would claim the shower first or be in the study, trying to read and forget about a nightmare.

Lucius rose and yawned. He didn't hear the shower going and the bathroom door was open. Harry wasn't there so Lucius slid into his robe and tied the sash. It was one of those rare mornings when they both had a free period and Lucius went in search of his mate.

Harry wasn't in the study, guest room, main bathroom, the bedroom they kept for Draco when their kit stayed over on weekends, or the sitting room or dining room.

Lucius frowned and headed back to their bedroom, wondering if Harry had gone to the library to do his homework. He opened their walk-in wardrobe with the plan to get dressed and go find his mate.

'Happy birthday!'

Lucius jumped and turned to find Harry standing in front of their bedroom window, a cake in his hands with forty-four glowing candles. He grinned at a stunned looking Slytherin.

'You remembered,' Lucius said.

''Course I did,' Harry said. 'Even made the cake myself.'

Lucius eyed it wearily and Harry giggled.

'I can cook, Lucius Malfoy. But don't worry, Dobby helped me make it.'

'When did you have time to do this?' Lucius asked as he approached the Gryffindor.

'I got up early for Quidditch practice so I had time,' Harry said. He leaned up and pecked Lucius on the lips. 'Happy birthday.'

Nobody had ever baked Lucius a birthday cake, not even Narcissa. He hadn't bothered having the elves make him one when he was older, it had seemed... sad.

Harry making him a cake was wonderful and Lucius grinned as he blew the candles out. 'Thank you, little one. You have no idea how much I love you.'

'Pretty sure I do,' Harry said, feeling his Lucius Band squeeze his heart and radiate with warmth. 'Want a piece?'

'Cake for breakfast?'

'It's your birthday, live a little.'

He towed Lucius through their quarters and into the dining room where Lucius found a large breakfast waiting. It hadn't been there ten minutes earlier and he just had to kiss Harry again.

The teenager sat in the blonde's lap and fed him breakfast; yogurt, strawberries, pumpkin juice, and finally cake. They had a lot of fun kissing each other and tasting chocolate, cream, and vanilla icing.

Despite wanting to, they couldn't stay there forever. Harry stacked all the plates and put the leftover food and cake in the cooler box. Dobby and two other elves appeared to take the dishes, bowing to Lucius and wishing him a happy birthday.

Lucius thanked them and dragged Harry back onto his lap.

'Luce, I have Herbology,' Harry told the blonde before he was kissed.

'Don't care,' Lucius muttered against Harry's lips.

'I have an essay to hand in,' Harry said before kissing his mate again.

Lucius smiled and dragged Harry closer until the teenager was straddling his lap. 'What's one little essay?'

'Forty marks,' Harry mumbled, opening his lips so Lucius' tongue could dive in and taste his mouth.

The professor hummed as he tasted chocolate, icing, and Harry. Harry was by far the most delicious thing and he tasted thoroughly.

'L-Luce, p-please,' Harry begged, 'I gotta... go...'

'Don't,' Lucius said and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's waist, keeping him in place.

Harry groaned. 'Lucius-'

'It's my birthday,' Lucius whined.

'You're a professor,' Harry said, 'you're supposed to... to make sure I go to... erm... class.'

Lucius groaned and held Harry tighter, the teenager still trying to break free.

'Lucius!' he shouted when the man's hands tried to dive into his school trousers.

Lucius sighed and pulled back. 'Fine, ruin my birthday.'

Harry smiled. 'I'll be back later, we can go have dinner outside Hogwarts. Dumbledore said it was okay, even though it's a Tuesday.'

'Hmm...' Lucius said and pressed kisses to Harry's neck. 'You do so much for me.'

'Yup.'

'I love you, Harry.'

'Love you too,' Harry grinned. Ever since the first time he'd said it, it had just got easier and easier for Harry to say the words. It was true; he loved Lucius, with all his heart. It still amazed him that Lucius felt the same way.

'Go, leave me,' Lucius muttered as Harry stood and grabbed his robes. He pulled them on and Lucius said, 'You hate me.'

'Do not,' Harry said, doing his robes up and smoothing them down. He grabbed his bag and hoisted it over one shoulder before leaning over the table. He kissed Lucius quickly and said, 'See you in DADA.'

'I'll be the one leering at you.'

Harry chuckled and left.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron were the first to class and Draco quickly hugged his dad and handed across a present. Draco had got him a new set of pins, all serpents, to fix to his robes. They were made of the highest quality silver with various expensive stones set into them. Lucius hugged his son and thanked him quickly.

Lucius tried to corner Harry after class but the teenager waggled one finger and pushed him back. 'Ah, ah, you have to wait.'

Lucius growled. He and Harry hadn't had sex in a week, both had been too busy or tired. Lucius' body was thrumming with desire and Harry was denying him.

'I promise,' Harry said, 'wait until tonight and I'll make it worth your while.'

Still scowling, Lucius said, 'You'd better.'

Harry kissed him on the lips chastely and bounced away, leaving a very annoyed and horny Slytherin behind.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius was waiting for Harry in their quarters, legs and arms crossed, foot jiggling in the air, eyes locked onto the portrait. Harry had left a note saying to wear his best and Lucius had changed into black trousers, a white button-up shirt, a fitted jacket, and a long, sleeveless black robe. He'd been sitting there for twenty minutes and was just about to get up and search for his little mate when the teenager in questioned stepped in.

'Don't move, I have to get dressed,' Harry said and disappeared down the hallway. Lucius growled and sat back down.

When Harry came back he was wearing pressed black trousers, an emerald green shirt, a black waistcoat, and a sleeveless robe with silver trimming. It was Lucius' favourite outfit on Harry and the teenager had never worn it, had only tried it on when Lucius had begged.

He looked absolutely delicious and Lucius had to calm himself for fear of ravishing his mate right there in the sitting room.

'Come on you, stop moping and let's go,' Harry grinned, slipping his wand up his shirt sleeve and clicking it into his wand-strap. He passed Lucius his cloak.

'I'm not moping,' Lucius said and stood. They helped each other fasten their cloaks. When done, Harry held out his arm and Lucius threaded his own through it, smiling when he realised Harry was leading him.

'You are too,' Harry teased as they left their quarters. 'I'm sorry for all the secrecy and making you wait, but hopefully you'll have fun tonight.'

'Where are we going?' Lucius asked.

Harry refused to answer and they spent the walk down to the main gates bickering. Lucius held onto Harry's arm tightly as he was side-apparated to...

... his favourite wizarding restaurant. Lucius' mouth fell open and Harry grinned as he led the blonde inside. The maître d' took their cloaks and passed them along to another waiter before leading them to their table, complementing Lucius on his position at Hogwarts and his finding Harry.

The man had known Lucius a number of years, the Malfoy patriarch was a good customer and excellent tipper. So he led him and Harry to the best table in the restaurant.

The waiters and waitresses were professional enough not to stare but most of the patrons were looking at them carefully while trying to pretend they weren't.

They were handed their menus and Harry looked it over. The restaurant was a blend of French and Italian meals, as well as good English food. Harry looked up at his mate and asked, 'Can you recommend anything?'

'The salmon is good.' Harry wrinkled his nose and Lucius smiled. 'Perhaps another time.' He turned to the maître d', who had pulled out a Quick Quill and parchment. Both floated beside him, waiting for Lucius' order. The blonde said, 'We'll have a small cheese platter entrée and a small salad to share with glasses of iced water.'

The man nodded as his Quill took it down.

'Our main courses will be the veal parmagiana with steamed vegetables and mashed potato, not noodles, for me,' Lucius said, 'and the Penne all'arrabbiata for my date.'

'Any meats with that, sir?' the maître d' asked.

'No thank you,' Lucius replied.

'Very good, sir, and any drinks?'

'A glass of Italian Brunello de Montalcino for me,' Lucius said and looked at Harry.

'Whatever you think would go with my food,' Harry shrugged.

Lucius nodded and turned back to the maître d'. 'A glass of Italian Sangiovese for my date.'

The man nodded, his Quick Quill writing it all down quickly. 'And dessert?'

'Um, we're going somewhere else for dessert,' Harry told the man before blushing.

Lucius smiled and said, 'You heard the man.'

The maître d' nodded at them before he disappeared to serve other customers, his parchment floating into the kitchen.

'How did you know this was my favourite restaurant?' Lucius asked.

'Um... I asked Draco,' Harry said, fiddling with one of his forks. 'And he wrote Narcissa.'

Lucius tensed but didn't say anything, just watched his mate.

'She wrote me back, she knew Draco was asking for me,' Harry continued.

'And what did she say?' Lucius asked softly.

Harry smiled. 'She congratulated me on finding my mate.' Lucius raised an eyebrow and the Gryffindor said, 'She knew we weren't having a fling, that it had to be something serious, and figured out that I'm your mate, even before The Daily Prophet told everyone. She said she was glad you'd finally found me and that I should take care of you.

'Narcissa said this was your favourite restaurant, that you always wanted to come here on special occasions, so... here we are.' He paused and looked at Lucius carefully. 'You're not mad, are you?'

Lucius frowned. 'Why would I be?'

'Well, I asked your ex-wife-'

'Harry, you went to all that trouble just for me...' Lucius said and smiled warmly. 'I'm the luckiest man in the world.'

Harry grinned and reached into his trouser pocket. He pulled out a very small black package that resized as he held it out. 'She sent you a birthday present.'

Lucius took the package and quickly opened it, pulling the golden string aside and peeling back the black wrapping. He took out the present and stared at it.

'Well?' Harry asked.

Lucius smiled and showed his mate. It was a small photo frame made of green wood trimmed in silver. Behind the glass was a colour photo of what appeared to be a young Lucius Malfoy and-

'Severus?' Harry said, peering at the black-haired teenager.

'Yes, this was taken in my seventh year, Severus was in his third,' Lucius explained.

On closer inspection, Harry realised the eighteen-year-old Lucius and thirteen-year-old Severus were standing in the Slytherin common-room wearing their Hogwarts robes.

'We were good friends because he didn't have many,' Lucius said, 'your mother was the only one and they...' he trailed off and looked at Harry.

'I know how they drifted apart and why,' Harry said. 'Continue.'

'I took Severus under my wing at Hogwarts,' Lucius said. 'I was his prefect and we both enjoyed studying hard and reading. We kept in touch even when we both finished Hogwarts, and of course there were our Death Eater days.' He sighed and looked down at the photo. 'We were young and stupid.'

'We all make mistakes when we're kids,' Harry said.

'Not you,' Lucius smiled.

Harry shrugged. 'I was never much of a kid, really.'

'True,' Lucius nodded, looking at Harry sadly.

'Let's not think about the bad times,' Harry said. 'We're here to have fun.'

'True again, Mr Potter,' Lucius smiled. He waved his hand over the photo frame and it shrank so the Slytherin could slide it into his pocket.

'So, how's the date so far?' Harry asked as their entrées were placed on the table.

Lucius looked over the food at the exquisite man sitting across from him. He grinned and said, 'One of the best of my life.'

 

{oOo}

 

The food was delicious and Harry was feeling thoroughly full and a little light-headed after the wine. He thanked the maître d' while he paid and Lucius watched him with a smile.

Harry escorted Lucius out of the restaurant and they apparated again, this time appearing in Muggle London.

Lucius chuckled as he was led to a familiar cafe. 'I do believe we've been here before,' he said as he looked at The Gaslight.

'It's a nice cafe,' Harry said, 'and sorry, but I need coffee; my head's all fuzzy.'

'You shouldn't have had that second glass of wine,' Lucius said as they sat. 'I didn't know you were such a lightweight.'

'Well excuse me for not getting drunk every other weekend,' Harry pouted.

Lucius smiled and hooked a foot around one of the legs of Harry's chair. The teenager yelped as he was dragged over the paving stones until he was sitting right beside Lucius.

Lucius bent and pressed a warm, loving kiss to Harry's lips. 'I'm sorry, love,' he said when he pulled back. 'That was rude.'

'S'okay, you can be rude,' Harry grinned, 'it is your birthday after all.'

'Oh really? I'd forgotton, what with all the man-handling, and teasing, and bully-'

He was cut off when Harry kissed him again. They didn't break apart until the owner of The Gaslight asked if they wanted anything. Harry ordered a black coffee and a slice of banana cake with peppermint ice-cream. Lucius skipped the ice-cream and got a capuccino.

The Muggle wrote down their orders and disappeared.

'Don't pretend you don't like the man-handling,' Harry said once they were alone.

Lucius smirked. 'Ah, you know me too well.'

'Damn right I do,' Harry said and leaned on the table. 'So, still a nice date?'

'Very nice,' Lucius nodded. 'Thank you for doing this, Harry, I haven't enjoyed a birthday this much since Draco was a child.'

'He's still a child on the inside,' Harry grinned and Lucius chuckled.

'That's true.'

'So... want your present?' Harry asked.

'I thought the night out was my present?'

Harry tisked. 'Silly veela,' he chastised, 'of course not.'

Lucius couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as Harry slid another package from his trousers. It re-sized in his hands; it was a large box wrapped in maroon paper with gold string and Lucius snorted at the Gryffindor colours.

Harry smiled as Lucius took the box, placing it on the table to open it. The Muggle re-appeared with their orders and Lucius waited until he was gone to open his present.

It was a simple cardboard box and Lucius had to pull back the tape to look at the contents...

... he frowned. The box was filled with about a dozen plastic boxes that had clear plastic over the top and colourful pictures.

'Harry?' Lucius questioned, not sure what he was looking at.

'They're called videos,' Harry explained. 'They have movies and stuff on them, you put them in a video player and you can watch them on TV.'

Lucius was still frowning. He'd read all about television and still had Muggle books delivered to Hogwarts so he could expand his knowledge.

'Do you not like them?' Harry asked, lips turning down in a frown.

'Well... I don't have a... player thing,' Lucius said, 'or a television.'

Harry smiled. 'You will.' Lucius raised an eyebrow and Harry said, 'Christmas is coming...'

'You're getting me a television for Christmas?'

'A heap of them, actually,' Harry said, 'for the Manor; one for our bedroom, one of the guest rooms, your study, the den, and the sitting room. All with video players.'

Lucius stared at him.

'I'd get you one now but they don't work at Hogwarts,' Harry said, 'and you can't use magic on them; it stuffs up the microchips or something, you'll have to ask Hermione for specifics.'

He smiled.

'Sorry you can't watch the movies now. I bought a few about witches and wizards, it's funny watching what Muggles think of us. I also got you a few documentaries and some action movies, the guy at the store said men liked them.' He shrugged.

'Harry, this is... thank you.'

Harry smiled. 'So you like it?'

'Of course I do,' Lucius said and placed the box on the table. He stood and walked around to Harry. The teenager blushed as he was pulled up, Lucius taking his seat. Lucius made his mate sit on his lap and kissed him softly. 'Thank you, little one.'

'Not a problem,' Harry said and kissed him back.

Lucius didn't care about all the material things, or the breakfast and cake and dinner. Harry was the best present in the world, and the only one Lucius would ever want.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius led Harry back through Hogwarts, bypassing a lot of staring students as they headed up to the fourth floor.

'I really wish they'd get over it,' Harry muttered as a group of girls giggled and fluttered their eyelids at the couple.

Lucius put an arm around Harry's waist and tugged him close. 'They're just jealous,' he said softly, 'that you're on the arm of such a good looking man.'

Harry snorted and nudged him. 'You do realise that you're forty-four, right?' he said. 'You should, you know, act your age.'

'I am,' Lucius smiled. 'That I happen to be extremely gorgeous is hardly my fault.'

'Smug sod,' Harry chuckled.

'Little brat,' Lucius teased back.

They'd reached their quarters and Lucius said the password before leading Harry in. Once inside, he swept Harry into his arms, carrying him to their bedroom.

'Lucius, what have I told you about carrying me!' Harry shouted.

'That you want me to it all the time?'

'NO!' Harry screamed and slapped at Lucius' chest.

Lucius grinned and kicked open the door of their bedroom. 'Now, now, Mr Potter,' he tutted. 'It is my birthday, why are you shouting at me?'

''Cause you're a prat,' Harry mumbled, burying his face in Lucius' neck.

'What a rude thing to say,' Lucius said. 'Maybe I won't ravish you after all.'

Harry looked up, eyes wide. 'No, Lucius, please-'

Lucius cut him off with a kiss, crushing their mouths together. Harry groaned and wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck as he was slowly lowered to the bed. Lucius climbed onto the mattress and moved gracefully, spreading Harry's legs until he was positioned between them.

When they broke apart, Lucius looked down at his heavily breathing mate. 'What were you saying about me?'

'Um... you're a good kisser?' Harry tried. Lucius shook his head. 'You're gorgeous?'

'Keep trying.'

'Lucius!' Harry whined.

'Yes, my love?'

'Just... do something!' Harry groaned.

'Oh, you want me to do something?' Lucius asked. He moved his hands down Harry's body, pushing hard on the teenager's crotch. Harry groaned and Lucius said, 'Would you like me to touch you?'

'Gods, yes!'

'Hmm, I don't think I will,' Lucius said, drawing back and leaning on his feet. 'You've been rather rude to me tonight.'

Harry groaned loudly. 'Luce, please stop teasing me! We haven't had sex in a week, I know you want it.'

Lucius smirked. 'I do, but as I said, you've been rude-'

'LUCIUS!' Harry shouted, pushing up. 'Please, just touch- ahh!'

Lucius was done teasing, especially with Harry writhing about on the bed like the wanton little veela he was. He grabbed Harry through his trousers and the teenager moaned and pushed up into the touch as Lucius loosened his robe.

He pulled it off the teenager and started on his waistcoat, slipping the clothing free. Harry was still groaning as his cock was stimulated.

Lucius stopped rubbing to pull Harry's shirt free, a few buttons flying in his haste. Harry grinned and pulled at Lucius' clothing.

'See? Knew you wanted me.'

'Shut up,' Lucius muttered and kissed Harry again.

Both groaned into the sensation, the taste, each sucking back and licking. Soon Lucius was dominating the kiss and pushing Harry further up the bed. Harry fell against the pillows and dragged Lucius down, pushing up to rub their crotches together.

Lucius grunted and tore himself away from Harry's lips to press open mouthed kisses to the boy's jaw and neck. He sucked back on Harry's ear before licking down his arched neck and nipping every few kisses.

'Ah, Lucius,' Harry groaned. 'Please...'

Lucius smiled as he sucked back on Harry's neck, just above his Mark. Lucius cupped Harry's face as he kissed his way back up to the teenager's mouth. He caught his lips in a searing kiss just as he grabbed Harry through his trousers and squeezed.

'Ahhh,' Harry moaned and arched up again. Lucius' skilled fingers got the Gryffindor's belt open and tore his trousers down. He turned and flicked his hand, Harry's shoes, socks, and trousers shooting off to hit the wall.

Harry gasped, suddenly naked, and Lucius tugged his wand-strap off, throwing it and Harry's wand over his shoulder.

'Harry, easy,' the blonde said when he saw that Harry was panicking. Though they'd had sex numerous times (Harry still couldn't believe rubbing against Lucius was considered sex. He'd gone and lost his virginity without even realising it), Lucius had yet to see Harry completely naked.

He didn't count that time when Ron had had to carry Harry to the Slytherin. Their veelas had taken over, had dictated their moves, and Lucius hadn't had time to appreciate his naked mate.

Every time since then Harry had made sure to keep at least one article of clothing on. Most of the time he lost his shirt but would only let Lucius pull his trousers or boxers down far enough to get his cock out. The Slytherin was never allowed to pull them completely clear.

It annoyed Lucius to no end but he'd always respected Harry's wishes. Not tonight, though.

'Lucius-'

'Harry, I love you,' Lucius told his mate. 'You know that. I love everything about you, body included, so why won't you let me see you?'

Harry bit his lip and squirmed, trying to tug the blanket over himself.

'Harry, please tell me,' Lucius begged softly.

The teenager sighed and looked down. 'I don't know, it's just... it's weird, letting someone else see me naked,' Harry said. 'It's like letting someone in completely, letting you in completely, and I can't hide; there's nothing to hide behind.

'It was fine when we first got together, when I teased you that time with the towel, but now we're intimate and in love. You can see all of me; my body, my mind, and my soul, and it's a little overwhelming.' He bit his lip again. 'Does that sound stupid?'

'No,' Lucius said. 'Harry, there's no reason for you to feel worried or scared. I love you, I've said that, and I love everything about you. You don't need to hide from me.'

'I know, it's just hard,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius kissed him softly, cupping Harry's cheek and stroking his smooth skin with his thumb. 'Let me show you how much I love you,' Lucius said.

He moved down Harry's body, kissing and licking his neck, brushing over his Mark and feeling Harry shiver. He ran his hands up and down Harry's shoulders and arms, his chest and stomach and everything. He explored every inch of Harry with his tongue until the teenager started to let go. His arms relaxed and sat on the bed, eyes closed as he arched into Lucius' tongue. When he started moaning Lucius sat up.

'Better?'

Harry nodded.

'Do you trust me?'

'Of course,' Harry said without hesitation.

Lucius kissed him again. 'Then trust me with seeing you, Harry, all of you.'

Harry nodded again and Lucius kissed him softly. The Slytherin was still clothed, Harry only having got his outer robes and jacket off. His shirt was only slightly unbuttoned, his hair framing his face, and he looked absolutely delicious.

Lucius' slim, pale fingers trailed up and down Harry's torso, sending delightful little shivers through the Gryffindor's body now that he was relaxed. He groaned as Lucius slid down to touch him.

Suddenly Lucius was on his back, the Slytherin blinking as his mate straddled his hips. 'What are you doing?'

Harry looked nervous and shy, bright green eyes peering at Lucius from behind dark lashes. He bit his lip before saying, 'Remember how I told you tonight would be worth it?'

Lucius vaguely remembered the scruffy-haired wizard saying something like that after class.

'I... well, I want to try something,' Harry said. 'Just... let me know if I do it wrong.'

Lucius was still confused as Harry shimmied down his body, moving until his arse rested against Lucius' feet. Harry gulped nervously before his hands moved up to undo Lucius' shirt.

He went slowly, removing the cotton and pushing it from Lucius' shoulders. He trailed his fingers up and down the blonde's stomach and chest. He paused to flick both nipples, Lucius hissing under his breath.

With a small smile pulling at his lips, Harry moved down the man's stomach, tracing his four pack and brushing over pale blonde hair. He twirled his finger around Lucius' bellybutton before going lower.

Next Harry undid the Slytherin's trousers, pulling the belt free and unzipping his fly. He pulled them down far enough to grab at the man's boxers and release his raging erection.

Harry traced a tanned finger down Lucius' shaft, his mate shivering, cock twitching as though trying to catch Harry's attention. It already had it and Harry watched, fascinated, as Lucius responded to each and every touch. Harry's own cock was resting heavily against Lucius' trouser-covered leg and Harry had to stop himself from rutting against the man like a horny dog.

Lucius had himself propped up on his elbows and was watching Harry carefully, biting his lip every time Harry touched the head of his cock. The teenager swiped a finger through the translucent liquid leaking from the slit. Lucius watched as Harry brought his finger to his lips and took a hesitant lick.

'What are you doing?' the blonde demanded as Harry sucked his finger clean. It wasn't as bad as Harry had thought it would be. It kind of tasted like Lucius... like Lucius' scent and sex mixed into one.

Smiling, Harry ignored his mate and pulled himself up the Slytherin's body. Head hovering over Lucius' crotch, he wrapped one hand around the base of Lucius' cock and said, 'Remember to tell me if I do this wrong.'

Lucius opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say was cut off by a strangled choke. Harry had lowered himself down and taken Lucius' cock in his mouth. His lips stretched to accomodate the blonde's sex without his teeth touching the hot and hard flesh.

'Fucking hell,' Lucius grunted as Harry moved. The Gryffindor was nervous, eyes wide and focused on his task. He moved down, only taking the tip of Lucius' shaft into his mouth. He licked at the head experimentally and Lucius shook violently.

Smirking around him, Harry took a bit more in and sucked back. Lucius groaned and his head tipped back, mouth falling open as Harry gave him a blow job.

Harry seemed to be doing something right because Lucius was making some very pleased noises; groaning, moaning, whimpering and swearing whenever Harry licked or sucked back. He could only fit a few inches of Lucius in his mouth and used his hand to touch the rest, stroking up every time he pulled back and down every time he lowered his face.

The flesh in Harry's mouth was rock hard, but the skin wrapped around the organ was soft and salty. Harry guessed that was the pre-ejaculate, the liquid coating his tongue every time he sucked. It was just getting tastier and Harry couldn't wait to swallow all of Lucius down.

He made sure to hollow his cheeks and suck back whenever he had half of Lucius' cock in his mouth. He flattened his tongue and stroked the underside of the man's shaft, or licked the head clean when he pulled back.

Harry had never done this before so was going on instinct. He'd never even got a blow job himself; Ginny had wanted to give him one, had even told him what she was going to do. That thought made Harry feel sick but he'd taken her suggestions and used them on Lucius. Harry smirked when he thought about what Ginny would say if she knew Harry was using her techniques on his mate.

'Harry, I'm gonna come!' Lucius shouted suddenly, breaking the teenager out of his musings. Giving Lucius a blow job was hypnotic for Harry and had wiped everything else away; bob down, lick, squeeze, suck, pull up, stroke, swallow, lick, over and over again until Harry was swamped in a musky scent and taste.

Lucius' voice had been a warning, telling Harry that the blonde was giving him the choice to pull back or swallow his load. Harry sucked harder and looked up at Lucius, trying to convey what he wanted with his eyes.

Thankfully Lucius seemed to get the message because he groaned, locked his eyes on Harry, and grabbed the back of the teenager's head. One hand curled in the duvet, the other in Harry's hair, Lucius started thrusting up and pushing Harry down at the same time.

The teenager groaned as his face was fucked, Lucius only pushing in as much as Harry could take. It seemed the veela knew just what Harry was capable of because he only pushed far enough to make everything exciting.

Harry sucked, licked, teased, and rubbed Lucius to completion. The Slytherin swore hoarsely and arched up, shooting his seed down Harry's throat. He shook violently and Harry gripped his hips, nails digging into pale flesh.

Harry's mouth was suddenly filled with hot, sticky liquid. He gagged before forcing himself to swallow, the taste coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. Lucius fell from his lips with a slick, wet sound and Harry rotated his aching jaw. He licked his lips clean and looked up at Lucius.

The man was panting heavily, body splayed all over the bed, skin covered in a light layer of sweat and face flushed. His lips were wide as he breathed in and out, chest rising and falling.

'Fucking hell, Harry,' Lucius groaned.

Harry smiled. 'Was that okay?'

'Okay?' Lucius mumbled. 'Fuck me, don't do that too often, you'll completely ruin me.'

'Is... that a good thing?' Harry asked nervously.

'Very,' Lucius nodded with a grin. Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and Lucius chuckled. He sat up and held out a hand, Harry taking it and threading their fingers together.

The teenager was flipped and pushed into the mattress. Harry gasped as Lucius attacked his mouth, tongue darting in to taste himself.

'Hmm...' he murmured before licking Harry's lips. 'I knew I'd taste delicious.'

Harry scoffed and Lucius chuckled.

'I think I'd rather taste you,' Lucius purred and moved down.

Harry's breathing hitched and he watched as Lucius licked down his neck and chest, sucking back on one nipple while his fingers played with the other. All Harry could do was whimper and push up, Lucius' lower body trapping his own to the bed.

Lucius smirked at him as he moved down, tongue dipping into Harry's bellybutton before tracing the boy's well defined abs. Lucius' tongue suddenly swept up Harry's cock and warm, wet lips wrapped around the head.

Harry shouted in surprise, body suddenly in pleasure overload. He looked down with wide eyes as Lucius took him right down to the root. Harry was a good ten inches long, Lucius slightly bigger, and the Gryffindor wondered how the hell Lucius could fit that much in his mouth.

And then Lucius swallowed, throat stimulating the head of Harry's cock and milking pre-come from him.

Harry shouted again, pushing up, trying to bury himself deeper into Lucius' mouth. Lucius' hard, firm hands pushed him down, slamming Harry's hips into the bed. Harry whimpered as the blonde bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking and licking far more skillfully then Harry had.

When the Slytherin was sure Harry could stay down, his hands came out to play. One palmed Harry's testicles, rubbing the skin, rolling them between his fingers. The other hand rubbed up and down Harry's inner-thighs, across his pelvic bone, scraping long red lines into Harry's stomach and sides.

It was when that hand slid down Harry's arse, squeezing one cheek, then the other, before a finger disappeared to stroke his entrance, that Harry came. He thrust himself up, cock hitting the back of Lucius' throat and errupting.

The pleasure was white hot, better then anything Harry had ever felt, and took over him completely. He saw white, then black, then stars danced across his vision. His stomach tightened painfully and his cock shook. Harry's entire body writhed and twisted and fell back against the bed heavily.

Harry took large, gaping breaths, sucking in air as quickly as his sweat-soaked body would allow. He couldn't see, couldn't do much really, and just laid there feeling absolutely spent.

Lucius moved off of his mate and waved his hand, their skin suddenly dry and clean.

'Shower?' Lucius asked, voice sounding a little rough.

'Uuuurrrgh,' Harry moaned and Lucius chuckled.

'In the morning, hmm?' he said and crawled up the bed. Harry couldn't even nod and Lucius smiled. He waved one hand and the sheets slid from under them before draping over their exhausted bodies. Lucius pulled Harry into him and said, 'You were right.'

Rather then answer, Harry cracked an eye open. Lucius removed his glasses and then placed them on Harry's bedside table.

'That was definitely worth the wait,' Lucius whispered. Harry grinned until Lucius said, 'You were fine with sucking my cock but not letting me see you naked?'

'Shut... up,' the teenager mumbled and nudged his mate tiredly. 'I'm fine ... fine now, aren't... I?'

'Mm.'

'You make it... sound dirty,' Harry muttered.

'It is dirty.'

'Shut up,' Harry repeated before yawning. 'Love you, Luce. Happy... happy b-birthday.' He yawned again.

'I love you too, little one,' Lucius said and kissed Harry chastely. 'Thank you for a wonderful night.'

Harry smiled and fell asleep wrapped in his mate's arms.

Chapter 22: Quidditch

The first Quidditch match of the season was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry and Draco had both been working their teams hard, trying to out-do each other at every turn. Harry woke up at five to practice, Draco got up at four. Draco made his team train for five hours, Harry for six. Even Ron was starting to think they should calm down.

The Gryffindor thought it was worth it though the day they woke for the match. The entire team, minus Ginny, was sitting down to breakfast in the Great Hall. The Slytherins were shouting from across the Hall and the Gryffindors joined in.

Draco and Harry smirked at each other as they shouted.

'What's the matter, Malfoy?' Harry asked.

'Nothing,' Draco shrugged. 'Just worried about my father.'

'Why?'

'He's gonna have a sobbing mate after the game,' Draco said.

Harry chuckled. 'Cocky little veela, aren't you?'

'I've got good reason.'

'Your dad'll be stuck with a whiney little kit tonight,' Harry told the blonde, 'but don't worry, I'll make him feel better.' He waggled his eyebrows and Draco grimaced.

'Gah, don't tell me that!' he shouted and covered his ears. Blaise laughed loudly and Hermione giggled. Ron rolled his eyes and busied himself with his breakfast.

Lucius walked into the Great Hall wearing Slytherin green robes and a scarf in Gryffindor colours. Harry grinned and bounced over to him, pulling the man in for a kiss. Both teams wolf-whistled and Harry blushed when they broke apart.

'Do I want to know?' Lucius asked, glancing at both sets of teenagers.

'No, you don't,' Harry shook his head. He kissed Lucius again and asked, 'Wanna have breakfast together?'

'I probably shouldn't play favourites,' Lucius said. He looked over at Draco.

'But you love me,' Harry pouted.

'I also love our kit,' Lucius reminded him.

'So?'

Lucius chuckled and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. 'Calm down, love, you know I'll be cheering for you.'

'Are you sitting with Hermione or Blaise?' Harry asked.

'I'll sit with Severus and make crude comments about how delicious you look in your Quidditch robes,' Lucius said and Harry giggled.

'M'kay, as long as you tell me how he reacts,' Harry said. 'If he says anything bad about you I'll kill him.'

'Good to know,' Lucius smiled and kissed Harry again. He went to the staff table where Severus was waiting, sitting down next to the potions master. Severus wrinkled his nose when he saw Lucius' scarf and the blonde smirked.

Harry was halfway through his breakfast when arms wrapped around his neck. He turned to see Remus before a dark head of hair cut off his sight.

'Sirius?'

'Cub, how are you?' Sirius asked.

Harry smiled and hugged him back before turning to face his godfathers. 'Fine, how are you?'

'Good,' Sirius said as Hermione moved aside. Sirius sat beside Harry with Remus on the teenager's other side. 'Rem and I thought we'd come down and watch your first match.'

'Sure,' Harry said, 'you just want to see Slytherin get beaten.'

Sirius grinned. ''Course I do.'

Sirius and Remus had just started their own breakfast, having left home early to eat with Harry, when Remus was pushed aside. The werewolf yelped as Lucius Malfoy sat between him and Harry, the blonde scowling at Sirius.

'Malfoy,' Sirius smiled.

'What are you doing?' Lucius demanded.

Harry glanced at him as Sirius said, 'Nothing, why?'

Lucius glared and hugged Harry close, kissing the teenager quickly. 'Um... Luce?' Harry asked.

"He touched you," Lucius said silently.

Harry chuckled. "He's my godfather, practically my dad."

"But he's not. The werewolf too was sitting to close."

"Luce-"

The Slytherin cut him off with a kiss and Harry melted into it. Remus had moved so he was sitting beside Hermione and both laughed when Sirius poked his tongue out at the couple.

Lucius felt a hand on his shoulder and broke the kiss to turn. Draco smirked at him and said, 'Playing favourites?'

'Of course not,' Lucius drawled. 'I was just... wondering how Harry was.'

Harry, Draco, Sirius, and Remus all laughed loudly.

'Anyway,' Draco said when he'd stopped chuckling, 'I thought I'd come over and have breakfast with you; you know, keep the enemy close.'

Harry rolled his eyes but passed Draco the toast. Soon the other Slytherin Quidditch members had trickled over. The Gryffindors moved aside to let them sit and though there wasn't a lot of talking, and a few suspicious glances, no one fought.

Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Lucius' cheek.

'What?' the blonde asked as he stirred his coffee.

'Slytherins and Gryffindors can get along,' Harry said, 'we're not the only ones.'

Just then Sirius flicked eggs at Draco, who spluttered and threw a piece of toast.

Lucius smirked. 'You were saying?'

'They don't count,' Harry said before elbowing his godfather. Sirius scowled but went back to eating. Lucius chuckled.

It was quite a sight the rest of the school came to breakfast to see; the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams having breakfast together and not hexing each other.

Stranger things had happened.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry gave his team the speech in the change rooms. Ginny, Dean Thomas, and a fifth year named Peter Marcus were the chasers. Two burly sixth years, Kylie Dillon and Marco Collins, were the beaters, and Ron was the keeper. They all listened closely, only Ginny kept glaring at Harry like he'd personally offended her. Harry supposed she still wasn't over the fact that he and Lucius were mates.

As they grabbed their brooms, Harry leading them towards the pitch, something niggled at the back of the green-eyed wizard's mind. Anger swirled through his chest when he remembered the night Michaels and his friends had tried to rape him.

But there was something else, something that Harry felt he should remember as he stared at Ginny. The memory was knocking about in the back of his head but for the life of him Harry couldn't remember it properly.

Harry and Draco shook hands, each trying to crush the other's fingers, before they mounted their brooms and kicked off. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they were off.

Harry ducked four bludgers and a Slytherin chaser in the first ten minutes. He and Draco ducked and weaved around each other as bodies flew all around them. Ginny scored twice, Dean three times in quick succession. Slytherin were yet to make a point and it reflected in Draco's flying as he shouted at his team mates, blonde head whipping around to keep an eye on Harry.

Another bludger was smashed Harry's way by a Slytherin beater and he rolled over, gripping his Firebolt tightly as he righted himself. Suddenly someone crashed into him and Harry nearly went flying. He rolled off his broom and dropped a good five metres, the crowd screaming loudly.

Harry felt Lucius' fear tear through his heart as he hooked his leg over his broom, managing to crawl back on. Just as Harry had settled back onto his broom, he was crashed into again. This time he managed to stay on and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. It was like his first Quidditch game all over again.

Harry spotted Ginny tearing towards him, a look of pure fury on her face. Harry managed to dodge another one of her attacks as she barrelled past him, red hair whipping behind her.

Draco tore to a stop beside Harry and sarted shouting. 'STUPID FUCKING WITCH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?'

Ginny turned and hovered a few metres ahead of them, ignoring the Slytherin chaser Angus Gould who flew past her with the Quaffle. 'What?' she shouted over the wind and cheering. 'I lost control of my broom, sorry.'

'SORRY?' Draco shouted. 'LOST CONTROL? YOU STUPID BITCH, YOU TRIED TO KNOCK HIM OFF!'

All eyes were on Harry, Draco, and Ginny, the youngest Weasley smirking. She shrugged and took off, bashing into Dean and taking the Quaffle off him. Dean watched in amazement as his own team mate snapped at him and took off.

'What the hell?' Harry said as Draco turned to him.

'You alright?'

'Fine,' Harry said. 'What's her problem?'

'She's mental,' Draco shook his head. 'Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.'

'Just focus on the snitch,' Harry said and grabbed his broom with both hands.

He and Draco got back to the game, Harry finding that it was 130-100 in Slytherin's favour. Ginny was acting like a right nutcase, stealing the Quaffle from both Dean and Peter and ignoring their help. She lost more then she scored, her one-minded behaviour overshadowing her skills.

By the time Harry and Draco spotted the snitch it was 270-130. Harry had to catch the snitch before Slytherin scored again or they'd end up tied. Harry and Draco zoomed across the pitch at least twenty metres above the stands. The Slytherin beaters were focused on trying to knock Ginny from the sky and even Kylie and Marco had sent a bludger or two her way.

Harry zipped over Draco, his faster broom giving him a slight edge. It didn't stop Draco from bashing into the back of Harry's broom and trying to knock him aside. The snitch shot down and Harry and Draco followed, both screaming straight to the ground.

Harry was just ahead and the snitch zipped before his broom. He reached out a gloved hand, fingertips just touching a wing-

His fingers closed around the snitch just as a red and gold blurr smashed into him, sending him flying. His arms pinwheeled through the air as he fell back, Firebolt slipping from between his legs. Harry's eyes went wide just as Draco shouted, 'HARRY!'

Harry was free falling, his entire body feeling weightless even as fear crashed through his body. He knew he was going to hit the ground, there was nothing he could do.

An arm wrapped around his waist and yanked. Harry's eyes were full of blonde hair and he looked into Draco's face just as they hit the ground.

Catching Harry had slowed their fall but also knocked Draco from his own broom. Neither could stop the inevitable; they smashed into the ground, the Slytherin's Numbus 2001 snapping clean in half and showering them in splinters. Harry broke Draco's fall but both rolled across the grass, a plum of sand bursting up around them as they slid towards the goals.

The crowd on both sides were screaming, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams both shooting towards their seekers. Students dismounted their brooms and ran across grass and sand just as Draco got up.

'Harry? Harry!'

Harry blinked blearly at him as the snitch he'd caught shot from his bloodied hand.

'L-Lucius...' Harry mumbled before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Then everything went black.

 

{oOo}

 

'I'll kill that stupid little piece of shit.'

'Father, calm yourself.'

'CALM MYSELF?'

'Dad-'

'Mr Malfoy, really.'

'She could have killed him!'

'I dunno what's wrong with my sister, acting like that.'

'She's mad!'

Broken voices reached Harry and he groaned. His eyes were closed and he was lying on something soft. His entire body hurt, a migraine thumping through his head. His left arm felt achy and bruised and his fingers were stiff as he moved them.

'Harry?'

He heard Lucius' voice and peeled his eyes open. The soft light overhead made him squint and fresh pain stabbed through his head. A goblet was pushed to his lips and strong arms helped him sit up. Harry gulped down the potion and his pain disappeared, leaving him stiff.

'Lucius?'

Arms wrapped around him tightly and he was hauled into a warm hug. Harry sighed and buried his face in Lucius' chest, losing himself to his mate's warmth and scent.

When they broke apart, Harry looked around. He was in the Hospital Wing, a thin blanket pulled over him. Someone had taken off his Quidditch robes and he was wearing pyjama bottoms and a large shirt. Harry blushed, wondering who'd dressed him.

Draco, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, and Severus were all standing around his bed.

'Harry, are you alright?' Sirius demanded.

'What happened?' Harry asked, looking around at them all.

Lucius moved back to sit beside him as Draco said, 'What do you remember?'

'Um...' the Gryffindor frowned, 'I caught the snitch, right? After that...' He trailed off, mind fuzzy.

'Ginny knocked you off your broom,' Draco said and Ron shook his head in disgust.

'Draco caught you but you both fell,' Hermione explained. 'You hit the ground rather hard, Harry.'

They all looked distressed.

'You broke your left arm, your right wrist, and had a lot of cuts and bruising,' Lucius snarled, anger building up. Harry felt his Lucius Band flex and threaded his fingers through his mate's.

'How long have I been here?' Harry asked.

'A few hours,' Lucius said. 'You've been in and out of conciousness.'

'Draco, your broom-' Harry began but Draco cut him off.

'Is just a broom, it doesn't matter,' he said.

'Who won?' Harry asked.

Lucius snorted and Harry glanced at him. 'You're in hospital and all you care about is who won?'

Harry blushed as Ron said, 'Slytherin. You caught the snitch but they scored twice more before you could, they won by ten points.'

Harry sighed and looked at Draco. 'Congratulations.'

'I'm just glad you're okay,' Draco said. 'Father hasn't left your side.' He had a proud look on his face.

'Madam Pomfrey tried to get rid of me but I wouldn't budge,' Lucius told Harry.

Harry smiled, knowing he'd act the same way if Lucius had been injured. He leaned forward and kissed Lucius chastely. 'Thank you, love.'

'I couldn't leave,' Lucius shrugged.

Harry smiled again and pulled Lucius back. The teacher moved until he was sitting with his back to the headboard and Harry curled around him. A few short conversations followed until Hermione, Ron, Sirius and Remus all left, the last two saying they'd stay and have dinner with Harry later. Harry looked up to see Draco and Severus watching him.

'What?' he asked. 'What is it?'

'Weasley's been detained in the Headmaster's office for what she did,' Draco began before glancing at Severus.

Lucius was frowning too. 'What?'

Severus wet his lips before saying, 'Madam Pomfrey looked into Harry's and Draco's memories to see what happened from their point of view. Draco felt, and I agreed, that Miss Weasley is a danger to herself and others...'

He trailed off and Harry looked at him carefully. 'Severus?'

Severus ran a hand through his inky black hair before saying, 'Lucius, I need you to keep calm.'

'Why?' Lucius demanded.

'Father...' Draco hesitated before continuing, '... do you remember what happened that night Harry was attacked?'

Lucius' handsome face was marred with anger. 'Yes,' he growled.

'I fear you don't remember what the surviving boy said,' Severus commented.

Harry frowned. He had the same feeling he'd had before the Quidditch match; like there was something he should be remembering. 'Something to do with Ginny...' he mumbled.

Severus and Draco looked at him. 'Madam Pomfrey felt that you pushed the memory away because it hurt too much,' the Slytherin said.

Draco nodded in agreement. 'We don't want to hurt you by reminding you, Harry, and we don't want Father getting mad.' He looked back at his dad, who was scowling.

'Draco, tell me what it is!' the man snapped.

'Fine,' Draco said. 'The boy, the surviving one, he said... he said that Ginny told the three boys to rape Harry.'

There was silence, each wizard staring at the other. Harry's eyes went wide and fresh pain crashed through him. He remembered, dear Merlin, how had he forgotton? The boy had claimed that Ginny had set them on him. How... how had he...

'I'LL KILL HER!' Lucius roared and leapt to his feet. Harry grabbed him around the waist and dragged him down. He crawled onto Lucius' lap and whimpered, tears spiking in his eyes. Lucius held him closely, anger momentarily disappearing to be replaced by worry. 'Shh, little one, I'm here.'

Harry cried, betrayal and anger and pain all sweeping through him. He knew Ginny was upset and had been acting a little insane, but to do that to him, to set three boys on him and hope he was raped...

Harry cried harder and Lucius shushed him. Harry didn't realise Albus and the veela from the Creature Council, Perry Octavian, had come in.

'Headmaster,' Lucius growled and Harry sniffed, looking up. 'I hope that young... witch, has been dealt with.'

Dumbledore sighed and nodded. 'She admitted under veritaserum that she told Mr Michaels and the other boys that Harry wanted them to rape him. She has been expelled, her wand snapped, and she'll be admitted to St Mungo's.'

'Why?' Lucius demanded. 'She should be executed!'

'Unfortunately, Miss Weasley is not in her right mind,' Octavian told the two veelas. 'Her mind was warped by her mother; she has been told over and over again since she was ten that she and Mr Potter would be married.'

'So she really is crazy,' Draco commented.

'She's never shown signs of being unstable before this,' Severus said.

Harry sniffed and all eyes were drawn to him. 'She's... she's been in love with me since she was t-ten,' he mumbled, rubbing at his red-rhimmed eyes. 'She a-always f-followed me when I was at the-the Burrow and Mrs W-Weasley always put us t-together, saying we were a l-lovely couple.'

Lucius growled and pulled Harry closer. 'You're mine,' he said.

'I know th-that,' Harry sniffed and smiled up at him. 'Yours a-always.'

Lucius kissed him lightly before looking up at Dumbledore and Octavian. 'What about the other one?'

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and Draco said, 'Mrs Weasley.'

'Ah, well there's little we can do,' Albus said.

Octavian nodded. 'As much as it annoys me, we cannot do anything to the woman, she has yet to try and do anything. The restraining order stands and she has been warned by our Nation to leave you be.'

Harry sighed and snuggled into Lucius' arms. 'Why's everything always so complicated?'

'You're fine now, little one,' Lucius told him. 'I'll keep you safe, she can't hurt you.'

'I can't believe Weasley attacked you in broad daylight,' Draco snorted.

'Mm, not the smartest thing to do,' Severus agreed.

'I hope she gets better,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius looked down at him. 'How can you say that?'

'I don't want her stuck in St Mungo's forever if she can get better,' Harry shrugged, rubbing his nose. He yawned softly. 'Hopefully she gets better.'

Lucius rolled his eyes and stood. Harry whined until Lucius climbed under the blankets with him, the Gryffindor grinning and closing his eyes. Lucius wrapped his arms around his mate and said, 'You're too forgiving.'

Harry snored in response and Lucius chuckled.

'We'll leave you to it,' Severus said, bowing to the Headmaster before sweeping away. Draco told his dad he'd see them after dinner and followed Severus out.

'Mr Malfoy, the Veela Nation is relieved you and your mate are safe,' Octavian told Lucius.

'Safer,' Lucius corrected. 'There are still people out there who are against this union.'

Dumbledore smiled as Lucius looked down at his mate, love clear in his eyes. 'Well, perhaps we should let them rest, hmm?' he said to Octavian.

The veela nodded and they parted ways, leaving Lucius and Harry alone.

Lucius sighed and settled down, Harry snuggling into his chest. With Ginny gone, Lucius felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He hadn't realised how much of a threat she'd posed until that Quidditch match. Molly Weasley could still prove to be trouble, and there were strangers who hated that Harry had been "turned" by Lucius.

They didn't matter though, not at the moment. Harry was safe and in Lucius' arms, where he belonged. For now everything was okay.

 

{oOo}

 

Ron was a bit down after hearing about Ginny. He didn't blame Harry, or even Lucius. He was just glad Lucius hadn't gone and killed his sister. The youngest Weasley brother had been disgusted by his sister's behaviour and couldn't believe what Harry had told him. He'd always known Ginny was a bit too obsessed with Harry but hadn't realised she had spiralled so out of control.

The other Weasleys had written to tell Harry that it wasn't his fault. Well, all but Mrs Weasley had written. Harry hadn't expected her to, he knew the witch would blame Lucius for Ginny being sent to St Mungo's. The teenager was surprised by how little he cared. He'd always seen Mrs Weasley as a mother-like figure but her behaviour since learning he was gay had been disgusting. It would take a while for him to fogrive her, if she ever apologised and tried to make it up to him.

Bill had decided it was time for them to meet Lucius as Harry's mate and Lucius had agreed. After a few conversations, and some arguments, Lucius agreed to have Harry's friends over the day after Christmas, or Yule as Lucius kept calling it.

Sirius, Remus, Teddy, Andromeda Tonks, Bill, Fleur, Fred, George, Neville and his grandmother, Luna and her father, Ron, Hermione, Severus, Hagrid and Dumbledore had all been invited December 26th to have dinner at Malfoy Manor with Harry, Lucius and Draco. Severus would be staying at the Manor for the holidays like he usually did and Hermione and Ron would stay a few days after Christmas.

Arthur had written Harry back to say he'd try and come but Molly was being difficult. Harry understood. He didn't think he could ever trust Molly again, not after everything that had happened. But as long as he had Lucius he'd be okay.

Chapter 23: Hallowe'en

Harry was looking forward to Christmas ('Yule', Lucius would correct him). He'd be with Lucius and his family, he'd finally have a place to call home. Lucius had promised Harry that Malfoy Manor would be his as much as Lucius' and Draco's home and the young Gryffindor couldn't wait to explore the grounds.

But something was keeping him from being happy.

Hallowe'en.

Harry used to enjoy Hallowe'en; the feast in the Great Hall was always great, the ghosts got into the spirit of things and scared the crap out of people, and there were decorations and treats.

But hunting the Horcruxes hadn't been easy and one of the hardest nights had been Christmas; just Harry and Hermione in Godric's Hollow, visiting Harry's parents' graves. It was that night he'd learned that his parents had been murdered on October 31st.

Since then, Harry had dreaded Hallowe'en and this was the first year he'd known exactly what night his parents had died. To him, Hallowe'en signified the day his life had changed, the day his parents had been struck down in their home, the day Voldemort had ruined Harry's life.

The date was just around the corner, two days after the Quidditch match. Everyone thought Harry's sullen mood was because of what had happened to Ginny. Only Hermione, Severus and Albus knew the truth. Not many people seemed to remember the significance of Hallowe'en, least of all the people who had been too young to fear Voldemort during the first war.

Lucius was worried and woke October 31st to find his mate gone. He wrapped his robe around himself and padded out into the sitting room. It was early, around four am, and Harry was sitting on the sofa crying. His hair was a mess, his clothes thrown on haphazardly.

'Little one?' Lucius said, sitting beside him. Harry looked up at his mate. 'What's the matter?'

Harry sniffed and gestured at his clothes. 'I was gonna go... go visit.'

'Visit who?'

'My parents' graves,' Harry whispered.

Lucius jolted and his eyes went wide. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? The Potters had been killed on October 31st. Lucius hadn't cared back then, he'd just been glad to see Voldemort gone.

Of course his mate would be upset, he'd lost his parents this day seventeen years ago.

'Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry,' Lucius said and held his arms out. Harry crawled onto his lap and cried, Lucius hugging him closely. 'I'm sorry, I should have realised,' Lucius said.

'S'not your fault,' Harry mumbled.

'I love you, I should know that you'd be upset come Hallowe'en,' Lucius sighed. 'I'm sorry.'

Harry sniffed. 'I miss them.'

'I know you do, love,' Lucius said. 'And I know they'd be so proud of you.'

Harry cried and buried his face in Lucius' chest, his mate hugging him tightly.

{oOo}

After showering and dressing, Harry and Lucius left Hogwarts together. Dumbledore had understood straight away when Lucius had requested he and the teenager leave for the day. Harry apparated them to Godric's Hollow and they walked down the street together.

They saw the statue and Harry cried again, Lucius circling an arm around the Gryffindor as they looked up at the stone figures of James and Lily Potter.

They slowly made their way to the cottage, perfectly preserved, half it's roof caved in. It was a beautiful spot that still belonged to Harry and Lucius suggested they fix it up.

But Harry could never live there, not with the knowledge that his parents had died there. He decided to keep it as it was, including the sign that many had written over, as a memory to his parents.

The graveyard was empty and Harry led the blonde to his parents' graves. They started down at the headstone and Harry cried silently, the odd sniff escaping his lips. Like Hermione before him, Lucius created a bouquet of flowers, lilies, and Harry put them against the stone.

A soft pop announced that they weren't alone and the couple turned to see Sirius and Remus. They walked over, joining the two veelas. Sirius laid down his own flowers.

'Sunflowers?' Harry asked.

'Your father's favourite,' Sirius replied. Harry hugged him tightly and Sirius returned the favour. Lucius and Remus stood close to the two, their own sadness clawing through them. Remus had lost two best friends that day too. Though he hadn't been as close to James as Sirius had been, he had been very close to Lily. Lucius hadn't known them that well but his mate was hurting so he was too.

There was another pop, this time Severus Snape appearing. He glanced at the four before turning to leave.

'Snape, don't,' Sirius said and gestured for the other man to come closer. Severus did, though slowly. 'I know you loved Lily,' Sirius said. 'You can join us.'

Severus laid roses down and the five stood together in silence, staring at the graves and thinking about what they'd lost. Lucius squeezed Severus' arm tightly and the potions master put a hand over his, thanking him silently.

{oOo}

They had lunch at a small cafe in Godric's Hollow. Harry's tears had dried up but he was still quiet, sitting on Lucius' lap and leaning back. Sirius and Severus too looked worse for wear and Remus and Lucius were both subdued.

'Do you remember that time you hexed James?' Remus said suddenly, looking at Severus.

The Slytherin glanced up from his sandwich. 'Which time?' he asked.

'First year,' Remus continued, 'he had bubbles coming out his ears for a week.'

Severus and Lucius both smirked and Harry grinned. Sirius chuckled and said, 'I remember; I tried to fix it for him and made the curse worse; he ended up with bubbles coming out his...'

'Arse,' Remus said when Sirius refused to answer.

Harry giggled. 'Oh Merlin, really?'

Remus and Sirius both nodded and Severus grinned.

'I remember that,' Lucius mused. 'Potter then cursed Severus so he kept sneezing spaghetti.'

Harry burst out laughing as his godfather chuckled. 'That hurt,' Severus said, close to pouting. 'I had sauce dripping out my nose for five minutes after each sneeze.'

Lucius grinned. 'Do you remember when we were in the library studying, you trying to get me to teach you a spell to get back at him?'

'So that was your hex?' Remus asked and Sirius' mouth fell open.

Lucius nodded. 'It took me a few days to teach Sev but he got it in the end.'

'Potter was stuck with a girl's voice for a month,' Severus said.

Harry was laughing loudly, a full body laugh that made his sides ache and tears come to his eyes. Lucius held him tightly, Harry about to fall right over. Remus and Sirius were glad to see him smiling and Severus looked at the teenager fondly.

'Gods that's funny,' Harry giggled, rubbing his eyes.

'It went on for weeks,' Remus said, 'until Dumbledore got involved and forced them to stop.'

'It didn't stop the hexes but they both calmed down a bit,' Sirius said.

'For a while,' Severus said and Sirius nodded in agreement.

There was silence for a while, all eating and thinking.

'We were such bastards in school,' Sirius commented.

'Agreed,' Severus said.

'I was a perfect gentleman,' Lucius broke in. Harry elbowed him in the ribs.

'You were not,' Severus said. 'Remember that incident in your sixth year?'

Lucius threw him a glare and Harry leaned forward. 'What incident?' he asked.

'Well-'

'Don't,' Lucius butted in.

Severus ignored him and continued, 'Lucius was seeing someone new-'

'I'm warning you,' Lucius growled.

'- and they met down by the lake,' Severus talked over his friend. 'They were getting intimate and McGonagall caught them. Lucius-'

'Shut up!' Lucius shouted and went for his wand. But Harry, wanting to hear what happened, wrapped both arms around Lucius and kept the blonde's own pinned to his side. 'Harry!' he whined.

'Keep going!' Remus and Sirius ordered.

'Lucius tripped over and fell straight into the lake naked,' Severus said. 'Minerva had to rescue him, the ponce couldn't swim and still can't.'

'You can't swim?' Harry asked.

'McGonagall saw you naked?' Sirius cackled.

'He and the young man involved,' Severus said, 'were dragged to Dumbledore's office, Lucius dripping wet and blushing beyond belief.'

Harry and Sirius howled in laughter and Remus chuckled. Lucius couldn't stop the blush working over his pale cheeks and struggled against his mate to draw his wand and hex Severus into next week.

'Lucius, don't,' Harry giggled. 'He's sorry, right?'

Severus smirked and made a lame attempt at apologising. Lucius growled and hugged Harry close.

'I think maybe we should hear an embarrassing story about young Mr Potter, hmm?' Lucius suggested after a few minutes.

'I don't have any embarrassing stories,' Harry lied.

Remus grinned. 'Oh really?'

'Yup,' Harry said.

'So that time your cauldron blew up and showered you in a potion turned your hair pink wasn't embarrassing?' Severus said.

Harry's cheeks darkened. 'N-No.'

'You had pink hair?' Lucius said and brushed a hand through Harry's scruffy dark locks.

'It was Neville's potion, not mine,' Harry groaned.

'What about that time you, Fred and George were fighting?' Remus said. 'The twins stole your jeans and you had to run through Grimmauld Place half naked.'

Harry was burning red now and Lucius pulled him close. 'Others saw you half naked?' he demanded.

'Hermione told me that Draco hexed you so cats would follow you,' Remus grinned.

'I remember that,' Sirius nodded. 'Fifth year I think; Harry wrote me and asked if I could come to Hogwarts and chase them away.'

Harry frowned. 'For a week I had bloody cats pawing at my legs, they even tried to follow me to class. Hermione ended up fixing it and I got Draco back; cursed his shoes to make him dance.'

Lucius chuckled and stroked a hand through Harry's hair. 'See? We all have embarrassing stories.'

'Like that time fifth year when you got caught naked in the broom shed,' Severus said.

Lucius groaned, Harry kissed him, and Remus and Sirius demanded the story.

{oOo}

They spent the rest of the day walking around Godric's Hollow, visiting the small shops that Sirius and Remus told Harry about. Apparently the teenager, then a baby boy, had loved it all and squealed in delight. Severus joked that he must have been a loud, annoying baby, and Lucius commented that he would have been gorgeous.

It was a strange group, Harry thought. Who would have guessed that Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape could spend the day with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin without shouting, hexing, or smirking at each other? Okay, so there was a fair amount of shouting, smirking, and threats of hexing, especially with the embarrassing stories that were being told.

Harry was still in school and found it more embarrassing then the others when talks of his most mortifying days were brought up. Somehow he was forced to talk about his first kiss, a story that made Lucius growl and grin.

'She cried?' Severus asked.

Harry said, 'Well, she was crying before it happened so... it was wet.'

Sirius giggled and slapped his godson on the back. 'Harry, that's not the right way to kiss a girl.'

'I don't want to kiss a girl,' Harry grimaced.

'Damn right you don't,' Lucius muttered.

Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around his mate's waist, one of Lucius' own on his shoulders. ''Course I don't,' the teen said and pressed a quick kiss to the Slytherin's lips.

'Are you gay, Harry?' Severus asked and Lucius scowled at him. 'What? I'm curious.'

'I guess I am,' Harry said. 'I mean, I love Lucius and he's my perfect other half so I must be, right?'

'But you dated Cho and Ginny,' Sirius said.

Lucius' grip tightened but Harry ignored him. 'I did, but... well I didn't really date Cho and with Ginny... it was just comfortable, you know? It wasn't exciting, I didn't have this massive need to see her when we weren't together. And I didn't feel stupidly happy when we were together.'

'But you feel that with Lucius?' Remus asked, glancing at the blonde.

'Yep,' Harry said. 'I miss him every minute we're apart and I feel complete when we're together.'

Lucius grinned and Sirius rolled his eyes, but even he looked happy.

'Who was your first kiss?' Harry asked his mate.

'Do you really want to know?' Lucius said. When Harry nodded, he said, 'Brian Lynch, a Hufflepuff, third year.'

Severus choked on his own tongue and Sirius' mouth fell open. Remus raised his eyebrows as Harry said, 'A Hufflepuff?'

'He was cute,' Lucius said with a shrug. 'I managed to corner him after Herbology and demand a kiss. He complied.'

Harry chuckled and shook his head. 'Only Lucius Malfoy would demand his first kiss.'

'I'm sure Draco did too,' Lucius said.

'Probably,' Harry smiled, thinking about Draco demanding a fellow Slytherin to kiss him. 'What about everyone else?'

'Um... some girl in Gryffindor, I dunno,' Sirius shrugged.

Remus tutted. 'Of course you don't remember.'

'She was a girl, 'course I don't remember,' Sirius said.

'First kiss with a boy then,' Harry said.

Sirius grinned. 'James.'

It was Harry's turn to choke and he looked at his godfather with wide eyes.

'I'm serious,' the Animagus said. 'I just wanted to test the theory that I liked guys so I kissed him.'

'What did he do?' Remus asked, not having heard this before.

'Said he was glad I realised I was gay and to control myself around him, no matter how gorgeous he was,' Sirius grinned.

Harry poked his tongue out. 'Yuck, don't wanna think about that.'

'Lupin?' Lucius said, looking at the werewolf.

'What?' he said.

'Your turn,' Harry grinned.

Remus rolled his eyes but said, 'A Ravenclaw girl named Hesta Anderson. I took her to a ball we had fifth year and kissed her goodnight.'

'That's sweet,' Harry said. He looked at the potions master. 'Sev?'

Severus looked away quickly and mumbled, 'Lily.'

Harry changed the topic after that.

{oOo}

Harry was feeling better when they returned to Hogwarts, Sirius, Remus and Severus joining him and Lucius in their quarters. He still felt a bit lost but the men around him were helping.

They had dinner together, talking about the old days and Sirius and Remus sharing stories about Harry when he was a baby. Lucius enjoyed them, Harry was embarrassed, and Severus teased the poor Gryffindor.

Neither Harry not Lucius missed the looks and actions between Sirius and Remus. The two Gryffindors blushed whenever they touched each other too much and both smiled at the other a little more then was necessary.

Lucius remembered what Harry had told him that day in Hogsmeade and kept throwing Harry knowing looks. Harry would grin back.

"They'll be a couple by Christmas," Lucius said silently, sipping his wine. Harry shook his head and his mate said, "You don't think so?"

"They're both so oblivious to the other, it'll take ages."

"Care to wager?" Lucius asked.

Harry smiled. "Sure, what's the bet?"

"Hmm... if I win, you teach me how to swim and never tell Draco that I didn't learn until I was forty-four."

"Okay, if I win, we get Draco that broom for Christmas."

"I thought you said he had to learn to go without?"

"He needs a new one anyway."

"Fine, it's a deal. When do you think they'll be together by?"

Harry paused, head tilted and spoon stuck into his banana cake. Finally he said, "My nineteenth birthday."

"Deal."

'What are you two smiling about?' Severus asked, breaking Harry and Lucius from their thoughts.

'Um... nothing,' Harry said and glanced at Sirius.

Lucius did too and smirked when the Animagus' hand brushed Remus'.

Sirius scowled, having seen the way his godson and the blonde were looking at him.

'What's up, Cub?' the Black patriarch asked.

Harry grinned over his dessert, face a mask of innocence. 'What?'

Sirius scowled at him. 'Something's up, Cub, tell me what.'

'I have no idea what you're talking about,' Harry said, shrugging lightly.

Remus raised an eyebrow at the teenager, who just shrugged again.

When they retired to the sitting room, Lucius pouring drinks for them all, Sirius dragged Harry aside and hissed in his ear. 'Alright, be honest, what the hell are you and blondie smirking about?'

Harry smiled and glanced at Remus before looking back at Sirius. He raised an eyebrow and his godfather frowned.

'What?'

'Well... you and Rem, acting pretty chummy with each other,' Harry said.

Sirius' frown deepened. 'What are you talking about?'

'You're just... cute, is all,' Harry shrugged.

'Cute?' Sirius commented.

Harry nodded. 'Mm, you two would make a lovely couple.'

Sirius blushed darkly and started stuttering. 'Well, I-I just... we're f-friends, that's all, he's... he's n-not... we're j-just...'

'Just friends?' Harry said and Sirius nodded vigorously. 'Sure you are.'

'We are,' Sirius insisted.

'Mm-hmm.'

'He's not even...'

'What, gay?' Harry asked and his godfather nodded again. 'How do you know?'

'He married Tonks.'

'He might be a little gay,' Harry said.

Sirius scowled. 'Harry-'

'What? I think you should tell him how you feel.'

'And how do I feel?' Sirius demanded.

Harry grinned. 'You love him.'

'I do not.'

'Do too.'

'No I don't.'

'You looove him,' Harry teased.

Sirius scowled darkly. 'I'll hex you, Cub.'

'Nah-ah, 'cause you love me too,' Harry said. Sirius growled and Harry ran away, crossing the sitting room quickly. He jumped into Lucius' arms and said, 'Help, Luce, Sirius is gonna hex me!'

Lucius wrapped his arms around his mate and looked up at Sirius, who was fuming in the corner. 'Shh, little one, the mean old Animagus won't hurt you.'

'Promise?' Harry asked, smiling stupidly.

Lucius chuckled and said, 'Promise.' He kissed Harry quickly and Severus rolled his eyes. Remus smiled at how loving they were.

'Stupid bloody veelas,' Sirius grumbled as he sat beside Remus. Harry poked his tongue out and Sirius returned the favour.

'Stop being a child,' Remus chastised.

Sirius humphed and folded his arms, leaning back and pouting. Harry giggled and shared a knowing look with Lucius.

 

{oOo}

 

'How are you feeling?' Lucius asked when Harry came out of the bathroom.

The teenager rubbed his towel through his hair and grabbed his pyjamas. 'Okay, I guess,' he said as he got dressed. 'Having Siri and Rem over helped, thank you for being nice to them.'

'I think it's time we put our differences aside,' Lucius said, pulling back the duvet. 'We have you in common and we all want you to be happy. School rivalries shouldn't get in the way of that.'

Harry smiled and got into bed, cuddling into his mate. He sighed and Lucius brushed his hair back.

'Are you sure you're okay?' he asked.

Harry mumbled, 'I miss them, Lucius.'

'I know you do, little one.'

'Do you think they'd be proud of me?'

'How could they not be?' Lucius said. 'You're brave, loving, beautiful, and intelligent... you're the very best person you can possibly be.'

'I just... I hope they don't hate me for being with you.'

'They would understand, Harry,' Lucius said and pressed a kiss to the teenager's forehead.

'Thank you.'

'For what?'

'Just being here,' Harry said. He leaned up and kissed Lucius properly before settling back down. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, little one.'

Chapter 24: Completing The Bond Part I

Notes:

VERY graphic m/m slash.

November passed with little incident, the odd howler and student making Harry fume with anger. Gryffindor won it's next two Quidditch matches, Dennis Creevey having replaced Ginny as chaser. He wasn't as good as the red-head had been but was nimble on a broom and not scared of anything.

Slytherin was leading in house points, having won so greatly against Gryffindor and later Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor wasn't too far behind though and that made Harry smile.

Harry, Severus, and the two Malfoys were prepared to head to Malfoy Manor December 16th. Lucius had taken an afternoon off to go back to the Manor, the first time he'd been since Voldemort had taken over. The house elves had all been killed and Lucius had let Harry talk him into hiring Dobby and another elf called Griffy. Both were paid for their work, much to Lucius' disgust, but they got the job done and cleaned the Manor up.

Lucius and Severus got rid of everything the Death Eaters had left behind and sealed off the dining room Voldemort had used for his meetings. The room had too many bad memories and Lucius made a dining room on the other side of the house the main one.

Most of Harry's bigger things, like books and his casual clothes, had been sent ahead with Dobby. Lucius, Draco, and Severus too had sent their stuff ahead. Harry was looking forward to exploring the Manor and spending more time with Lucius.

The last week of classes started with Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry was leaning against the wall closest to the door waiting for Lucius, the rest of the class waiting near him.
Harry was staring listlessly, as was Ron, and Hermione of course had her nose buried in her text book. The class was chatting about holiday plans and Harry caught a few snippets from Lavender Brown and Parvati Patel who were standing near him.

Suddenly their conversation changed and Parvati giggled. Lavender was talking about some fifth year boy who was apparently gorgeous. Harry let it wash over him, thinking about his own gorgeous boyfriend.

'He's so sexy.'

'Who?' Parvati said to Lavender's words.

'Professor Malfoy,' Lavender said, 'he's sexy.'

The words snapped Harry out of his daydream and he turned.

Ron rolled his eyes but Hermione looked at Harry. She knew he'd be just as protective of Lucius as Lucius was of him. Harry was already frowning, not liking Lavender saying that about his mate. No one was allowed to look at Lucius but him.

'He's got those gorgeous grey eyes,' Lavender whispered and Parvati nodded. 'And that hair!'

'That body,' Parvati said and fanned herself, Lavender giggling.

Harry's fingers curled into fists and he scowled.

'So fit,' Lavender said.

Parvati nodded, 'And his skin, so pale.'

'Do you think it's soft?' Lavender asked.

'Why don't you try and brush against him when we go inside?' Parvati suggested.

That made Harry snap, veela taking over completely. He would not allow anyone to touch his Lucius! The veela in him growled and Harry leapt at the girls, ready to defend Lucius and show them that he was a taken man, that he was Harry's mate, Harry's dominant veela, no one else's!

Hermione and Ron got in the way, the former having nudged Ron when Harry started glaring at the girls. Ron got his arms around Harry's waist and dragged him back as Hermione pushed.

'Harry, stop!' she said.

'No, they're going to touch him!' Harry shouted, struggling.

Ron began to lose his grip. 'Blood hell, mate, stop!'

'NO!' Harry snarled. He got free, mind completely focused on throwing Lavender and Parvati across the corridor, girls or not. He took two steps before he was tackled, his senses immediately assaulted by a familiar scent.

'Harry, control yourself,' Draco scowled.

Harry tried to get to his feet. 'Get off me,' he said and Draco shook his head. 'Kit, move!' he snarled.

'No,' Draco said and wrapped his arms around Harry's legs, the Gryffindor managing to stand. He tried to walk but Draco was strong, wrapping himself effectively around Harry with both his arms and legs. 'Harry, control yourself.'

'Let-me-go!' Harry said and tried to kick Draco free without hurting him. If it had been Ron he would have thrown the idiot aside but Draco was his kit, Harry couldn't hurt him.

'Harry!' Hermione said, getting between him and the girls as Ron grabbed his shoulders.

Harry continued to struggle, the entire class watching him with wide-eyes. Lavender and Parvati had backed up, not sure why Harry was trying to attack them.

'What's going on?' Lucius asked, walking down the corridor and seeing the fight. He scowled at Ron, not so much at Draco. As their kit, Draco could touch Harry as much as he wanted.

'We're sorry, Professor,' Hermione said quickly.

'He tried to attack Lavender and Parvati,' Ron said, struggling to keep Harry back.

'Why?' Lucius asked.

'They said things about you!' Harry shouted, anger clouding his thoughts. 'Lucius, they were talking about your body, it's mine, not theirs!'

A murmur of realisation swept through the students. They were remembering The Daily Prophet commenting on how protective veelas got.

'No one but me has any right to know how soft your skin is, or your hair, or anything! It's mine, all of it, mine only!' Fresh anger seeped through him and he started struggling again. 'Let me go!'

'Do as he says,' Lucius said.

Ron, Hermione and Draco all stared at him.

'Dad, you can't be serious,' Draco said.

'He'll kill 'em,' Ron said, wincing when Harry elbowed him in the gut.

'Just do it,' Lucius ordered.

After looking at Hermione, who nodded, Ron let Harry go. Draco released his legs and Harry launched himself at Lavender and Parvati. The girls screamed but Lucius got in the way, grabbing Harry's arm and spinning the teenager into him.

'Stop this,' he ordered.

'No, they were talking about you,' Harry snarled, 'only I can, Lucius, you're mine!'

Lucius pulled Harry closer, arms wrapping around the struggling teenager. 'Harry,' he hissed, 'stop.'

Harry's veela recognised the tone, the dominance, and stopped. Suddenly Harrys head was tilted, neck on show. Lucius bit him hard, sinking his teeth into the soft skin and forcing Harry to calm down. Harry instantly went limp, Lucius holding him up. The veela in Harry whimpered at the contact and begged for more. His fingers twisted in Lucius' robes, trying to pull him closer.

'Stop,' Lucius whispered, kissing Harry's neck. 'They meant nothing by it, my love.'

'Said... things...' Harry mumbled, tipping his head to nudge Lucius' chest.

'They didn't mean anything, Harry, they are simply young women expressing their attraction,' Lucius told him. 'They won't touch me, especially now.'

Harry's scowl returned and he looked up, finding Lavender and Parvati. 'He's mine!' he hissed at them and turned to kiss Lucius properly.

His lips were hard and demanding, possessive, dominant. Lucius let Harry lead the kiss, knowing his young mate needed to reassure himself, and Lucius, that they were indeed mates and that Harry would defend Lucius and claim him as his own.

Harsh whispers broke out as everybody commented on how lucky Lavender and Parvati were. Harry and Lucius continued to kiss, even when Severus walked by.

'What happened?' he asked Draco.

'Brown and Patel said some things about Dad,' Draco said, 'and Harry lost it.'

'I see,' Severus said. 'Lucius?'

Lucius broke the kiss and Harry growled, clinging to his mate tightly. 'Yes?' the blonde asked.

'Take Harry back to your quarters and stay there until he calms down, I'll take the class.'

'Thank you,' Lucius said and dragged Harry away, the teenager not making walking easy.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry was lost in a haze of anger, jealousy, and the need to reassure Lucius that he was his mate, that Harry wanted him and appreciated him. It took them half-an-hour to reach their quarters because Harry kept tugging Lucius to a stop to kiss him. When they finally walked into the sitting room, Lucius sat on the couch and dragged Harry onto his lap.
They sat there for a while, Lucius brushing a hand through Harry's hair and calming him down. Eventually Lucius' scent and presence helped Harry think clearly.

'Oh Gods, did I really do that?'

Lucius chuckled. 'Welcome back.'

Harry sat up quickly. 'Did I kiss you in front of my DADA class?' Lucius nodded. 'And... did I try to attack Lavender and Parvati?' Another nod. 'Did Ron, Hermione and Draco stop me?'

'Yes,' Lucius said and Harry groaned, burying his face in Lucius' neck. 'Harry, it's nothing to be ashamed of.'

'Yes it is,' Harry mumbled. 'I embarrassed myself, and you.'

'You stood up for your mate, Harry, there is nothing wrong with that,' Lucius said. 'You heard them say things about me, things that they have no right knowing.'

Harry frowned. 'They said you were sexy, that you had a fit body and your hair was nice. And then Parvati suggested to Lavender that she touch you to see if your skin is soft.' He growled softly. 'She's not allowed to touch you, no one but me and Kit are.'

'I know that, love,' Lucius said.

Harry blinked, trying to push the jealousy away. 'Gods, is this how you feel when Hermione hugs me?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded.

'I'm sorry, I had no idea.'

'It'll get easier, Harry,' Lucius said, rubbing Harry's lower back. 'Eventually we will learn to trust each other more. Our close friends will be able to touch us without our mate flying off the handle.'

'And strangers?' Harry asked.

'I'm afraid that will never go away,' Lucius said. 'We'll always be jealous of others touching what is ours, regardless if they mean it as a friendly gesture or an act of attraction. What we have to do is learn to control ourselves and not hurt anyone.'

Harry sighed.

'You could have killed them, Harry.'

'I know.'

'You wouldn't have gone to Azkaban.'

Harry looked down, knowing he wouldn't be blamed. He had no control over himself when he was jealous or protecting his mate.

'I know you would never forgive yourself for hurting someone just because they thought I was good-looking,' Lucius continued. 'So promise me that you'll tell Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, or Draco if you feel jealous. They can talk you out of it, our kit especially. His scent is close to ours, breathe in deeply and he'll calm you down.'

'M'kay,' Harry said and snuggled closer. 'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' Lucius said. 'Watching you defend me is very arousing.'

Harry smiled. 'All you think about is sex.'

'All I think about is you,' Lucius corrected. 'That you happen to be extremely sexy and arousing is not my fault.'

Harry giggled and leaned up to kiss his mate, both getting lost in the gesture. When they broke apart, Harry whispered, 'Lucius?'

'Mm?'

'I... I'm ready.'

Lucius pulled back. 'Excuse me?'

Harry blushed, looking down and playing with his mate's robes. 'I'm ready for... erm, penetrative sex.'

Harry had been thinking about it a lot lately, especially when he and Lucius rubbed against each other naked (which they did a lot). Though it was nice, Harry wanted more. Every time Lucius pulled back a little too much, his shaft pushing between Harry's cheeks, a large part of the teenager's mind begged for his cock to slide in completely, to push and burn and fill the Gryffindor.

He hadn't voiced his thoughts until now, he'd wanted to make sure he was ready. The more time he spent with Lucius, the more he wanted it. Harry knew he was ready. He wanted to complete the bond, he wanted to share that act with his love.

'Really?' Lucius asked and Harry nodded. 'I don't want to pressure you, Harry. I want you to be absolutely sure that you're ready.'

'I know that, and I wouldn't say I'm ready if I'm not.' Harry wet his lips before continuing. 'I love you and... I want to share that with you.'

Lucius looked him over carefully before hugging Harry close. 'If you're sure we can try.'

'M'kay.'

'We can stop whenever you want to,' Lucius said. 'I don't-'

'I know, Luce,' Harry cut him off. 'I know you'll make it perfect.'

Lucius kissed him softly and Harry smiled.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius, as the gentleman he was, made Harry a romantic dinner. He actually made it himself, a fact that made Harry grin stupidly. He'd never had anyone make him dinner (he didn't count Mrs Weasley or Kreacher, or even Hermione, who'd cooked a lot when they'd been hunting horcruxes).

It was a beautiful roast chicken with vegetables, roasted potatoes, salad, and gravy. There were candles lit everywhere, bathing the dining room in a soft, warm glow. Lucius told Harry to change into comfortable clothes and the teenager threw on a pair of jeans and an emerald green shirt, one of Lucius' favourites.

He washed up and went back into the dining room, Lucius smiling and kissing him softly. He drew out Harry's chair and pushed it in. Only when the teenager was seated did Lucius himself sit.

He made up Harry's plate, pouring him a butterbeer because Harry didn't really like wine or firewhiskey. They ate and talked softly, comfortable silences here and there. It was one of the best dates of Harry's life and he told Lucius so.

'You have the ability to make me blush, not an easy feat,' Lucius said as he laid his knife and fork down. He sipped his wine before getting dessert.

'I have many talents,' Harry said as Lucius came back.

Dessert was chocolate cake with banana ice-cream and Harry gobbled his down. Lucius watched, eyes locked onto Harry's lips whenever the Gryffindor licked them to clear chocolate or cream.

'Stop leering,' Harry said.

Lucius blushed again and looked down at his dessert. Harry grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

When the bowls had been cleared away, Lucius blew the candles out, took Harry's hand and led him to the bedroom. He closed the door behind them and waved his hand, the candles on the dresser and bedside tables bursting into life.

Harry was nervous and it must have shown because Lucius drew him into his arms. 'Relax, my love.'

'Sorry.'

'Having second thoughts?' Lucius asked. 'Because I can wait if you want to.'

'No, I'm just... will it hurt?' Harry asked.

'Do you want me to be honest?' Lucius said. Harry nodded. 'Very well... yes, the penetration will hurt a little, even with preperation. But you'll grow accustomed to it.'

'Have...' Harry bit his lip, '... have you ever...?'

'Had sex with a man?' Lucius asked. Again his mate nodded and, again, Lucius answered honestly. 'Yes, Harry, I have.' He felt his mate tense and said, 'It was years ago, when Draco was very young. Narcissa and I both had lovers but I didn't have many.

'I won't tell you who it was because I know you'd hunt them down and kill them.' Harry gave him a small smile. 'I've never bottomed before, it's not in my nature to do so, but I've topped. Do you understand what I mean?'

'Um... you penetrated him but he never penetrated you?' Harry tried.

Lucius nodded. 'Yes, that's correct.'

'Will... will I always be the bottom?' Harry asked.

Lucius turned the teenager so they were facing each other. 'I'm afraid so, Harry,' he said. 'As the submissive you'll be the bottom.'

'Okay.'

'That doesn't bother you?'

Harry shook his head. 'I guessed that would be the case from the books I read on veela. They weren't graphic but they got that point across.' He reached up to cup Lucius' cheek. 'I'm glad, Lucius, I can't ever see myself doing that to you. All I want is for you to fill me and complete me.'

Lucius smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

It seemed the time for talking was over. Lucius' lips were soft, testing, making sure his mate could pull back whenever he wanted. Harry didn't want to though and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Lucius' neck and pulling him closer. Lucius' own hands trailed up and down his back, rubbing his skin warm through his shirt.

Lucius' lips licked at Harry's own and Harry opened up, letting his mate's tongue flick into his mouth. Lucius explored the teenager's mouth slowly and thoroughly, coaxing Harry's own tongue to come out and play. They tangled together as Lucius pushed his hands up Harry's shirt, the Gryffindor once again not having tucked it in.

A groan escaped Harry as the Slytherin's warm hands rubbed up his lower back, his shoulders, before gliding back down again. Harry's skin was smooth and warm, his muscles strong. There was a scar on the left of Harry's back, just above his hip, that had been courtesy of a spell during the Battle of Hogwarts. Lucius touched it briefly before moving on, not wanting to think about dark things during this time.

Lucius' hands slid out to grab Harry's hips. He squeezed tightly, rutting their crotches together, and both moaned at the sensation. They were growing hard already and Lucius abandonned Harry's hips in favour of taking off his shirt.

His hands moved up Harry's front before flicking buttons open, the teenager's chest and stomach slowly revealed. Lucius pulled back so Harry could shrug out of the garment, letting it fall to the floor at their feet.

The blonde moved to kiss Harry's jaw, moving to his ear to suck back on the lobe. Harry groaned loudly, head tipped back when Lucius moved again to kiss and lick at his neck. His tongue was warm, leaving wet and glistening trails down his tanned skin. His hands were doing their own thing, rubbing at Harry's strong stomach and tracing his abs.

He moved up Harry's stomach, passing over his toned chest to his nipples. Harry gasped as both nipples were rubbed, a shudder of pleasure passing through his body. Lucius sucked back on his neck, just below Harry's jaw, and the teenager mewled in response.

Lucius smiled, pleased with his mate's noises, and moved down to create another love bite. His teeth nipped while his lips sucked, tongue laving at the soft red flesh.

He passed Harry's Mark, leaving that for later, and bent to take one of the teenager's nipples into his mouth. Harry let out a very loud groan, grabbing at Lucius' shoulders to keep him in place. Lucius rolled the little nub between his lips, licking at it slowly with the tip of his tongue.

'Ah, L-Lucius,' Harry gasped, one hand threading through Lucius' hair and tugging him forward.

'Easy, little one,' Lucius said before resuming his attack, sucking on Harry's nipple hard.

Harry just groaned, eyes shut and lips parted as Lucius teased him. When he felt the other nipple was being neglected, Lucius pressed a kiss to the wet one and moved. Harry groaned again, legs feeling weak as Lucius started licking and sucking again. His right hand came up to flick the first nipple and Harry swore harshly.

Lucius chuckled and kissed both nipples before coming up to kiss Harry again. Their lips were harder now, tongues dancing quickly, and both groaned into each other's mouths. Harry's hands rubbed Lucius' face and shoulders before grabbing at the clasps of his jacket.

Harry managed to get a few free before Lucius had to help him. The Slytherin pushed his jacket clear and flicked his own buttons free, the shirt joining Harry's on the floor.

Finally they were skin-on-skin and they groaned as they came into contact. Harry rubbed at Lucius' own nipples, the blonde breathing heavily as they continued to kiss.

'B-Bed,' Harry stuttered and Lucius nodded, grabbing Harry's hips and backing the teenager to their bed. They crossed the room and Lucius pushed Harry back, the Gryffindor letting out a breath of air as he fell.

Lucius grabbed his feet and rested them against his thighs as he undid Harry's laces. He pulled his shoes and socks off, Harry watching with lust blown eyes. Lucius toed his own off and joined Harry on the bed, sliding up his mate's body until he rested over him.

Leaning on his forearms and knees, Lucius lowered himself and Harry wrapped his legs around the Slytherin's waist. He hauled Lucius in and their mouths met again, the couple kissing heatedly. Lucius's left hand cupped Harry's cheek while his right rubbed up and down the teenager's side, his chest and stomach, exploring every inch of Harry he could reach.

Harry purred beneath him, body flexing and crotch pushing up. He had one arm around Lucius' shoulders while his free hand twisted through Lucius' hair, tugging the older wizard close so they could continue kissing. His entire body was thrumming with need, heat pooling in his stomach and crotch. His cock was already hard and pushing against his zipper, aching to be released and taken care of.

Harry could feel Lucius' own erection pressing against his thigh, the man's trousers very thin. Lucius began to move, thrusting himself down to push their crotches together. Harry let out a gasp of surprise that quickly morphed into a needy whimper, pleasure slashing through his body.

They'd done this before, yes, but it felt different to Harry, bigger. Knowing that they were going to have that type of sex half aroused Harry, half scared him. He knew he was ready and knew Lucius would be gentle, but he was still worried about the pain. He wondered just how much it would hurt as Lucius moved down.

The blonde was panting heavily, eyes dark with lust, and he licked his puffy and red lips. He reached forward, hands stilling as he rested them either side of Harry's thighs.

'We can stop any time you want,' he said.

Harry nodded and pushed up a little to show that he wanted to continue. Lucius popped the button of Harry's jeans and pulled the zip down. Harry lifted his hips and Lucius pulled his jeans completely clear. Harry's boxers were tented and Lucius smiled.

'Just for me?' he asked.

Harry grinned. 'Always.'

Lucius leaned down and mouthed at Harry's cock, licking it through the silk of his boxers. Harry moaned and pushed up, Lucius burying his face and inhaling deeply.

'Mm, you smell wonderful,' Lucius commented as he went back to teasing his mate. He licked and sucked, nuzzled and purred. Soon Harry's boxers were wet with saliva and pre-come, the teenager groaning and cursing under his breath.

'Lucius, please,' he begged.

Lucius pulled back and hooked his fingers under the waistband. He pulled down and after some shuffling, threw Harry's boxers over his shoulder. He went back down immediately, licking a strip up Harry's cock and making the teenager shudder. He licked and kissed the hard flesh, hands rubbing Harry's thighs and stomach. He pressed a kiss to each of Harry's thighs before swallowing him quickly.

Harry groaned and thrust his head back, eyes closed as Lucius sucked him slowly. He teased the head, lapping away pre-come and sucking back. His right hand moved to play with his balls, thumbing the soft skin and rolling them between his fingers. His left hand held Harry's hips down; the teenager had the tendency to thrust up and try and choke his mate.

Lucius took more into his mouth before pulling back, lips wrapped tightly around Harry's shaft and tongue licking up and down the heated flesh. Harry just groaned, head still back, as Lucius sucked him off.

The blonde knew just what to do to have Harry panting and begging. His lips, tongue, hands, hell even his eyes were enough to send Harry over the edge. Which he did when he swallowed Harry to the root, throat working to have the teenager climaxing with a shout.

Harry groaned and shuddered through his release, eyes squeezed shut as Lucius swallowed him down. When he was done he fell against the mattress, breathing heavily. Lucius drew back, licking his swollen lips and looking Harry over.

The teenager was beautiful, there was no other word for him. He was sweating now, body flushed from his climax, hair messy and eyes glazed. His lips were red and swollen from their kissing and his arms and legs were splayed across the mattress.

Lucius would never want anyone else and it wasn't only the bond. Yes, they were soulmates, but there was so much more to their relationship then that. Harry understood Lucius, he accepted the aristocrat for all his talents and faults. He'd forgiven him for his past and moved on, had dug deep and drew out a Lucius Malfoy he would be proud to be with.

Lucius was so happy with Harry, happier then he'd ever been. They could laugh and joke together, read and eat dinner, spend time sitting in companionable silence just enjoying the other's company. Lucius loved everything about Harry, even his foolish Gryffindor tendancies and ability to forgive everyone. To Lucius, Harry was perfect.

'Mm,' Harry moaned, finally blinking through the haze that had settled after his climax. 'Merlin, you're good at that.'

Lucius smiled. 'I'm good at everything, Mr Potter.'

'I know,' Harry said and raised a hand. He bent his index finger and Lucius moved up his body, once again lying atop the teenager. He rutted their crotches together as they kissed, slowly coaxing the Gryffindor into hardness.

It didn't take long to have Harry gasping again, arching into the bigger body above his own. His fingers dug into Lucius' shoulders.

'I'm ready, Luce,' he panted. 'Please.'

Lucius nodded and drew back. He kneeled between Harry's spread legs and pushed them wider apart, exposing the teenager to his mercury silver gaze. 'Are you sure?' he asked.
Harry nodded and Lucius mumbled a lubricant charm. Harry bit his lip and tried to relax as Lucius' wet fingers slid between his cheeks, rubbing his entrance slowly. Lucius looked up, grey eyes meeting green, before he pushed in with one finger.

Harry's mouth fell open, eyes wide as Lucius' finger was swallowed to the knuckle. It didn't hurt, it was just really strange, and Harry watched as Lucius settled in completely.

'Alright?' Lucius asked.

The teenager nodded and Lucius drew his finger out before going back in.

'It's weird,' Harry admitted as Lucius prepared him.

'It doesn't feel nice?' Lucius asked.

'Um... not really,' Harry said. 'Is that wrong?'

'Of course not,' Lucius said. 'This isn't for everyone, Harry. The act of being full is what most men enjoy, also touching the prostate.'

'Prostate?' Harry asked.

Instead of answering, Lucius crooked his finger. After a minute he found the little bundle of nerves and stroked.

Harry jolted, pleasure washing through his body. It was nothing big, like the first stroke of your cock when masturbating, but it still felt good.

'Oh.'

Lucius smirked. 'Feel better?'

'Yeah, that's... nice,' Harry said.

Lucius stroked again, building on the pleasure Harry was feeling. The teenager breathed out heavily, eyes once more darkening.

'I like that,' he admitted and Lucius chuckled.

'Want to try another finger?'

Harry nodded and Lucius withdrew his index finger. He pushed back in with two and this time Harry felt a slight burn, muscles protesting as they were stretched. His lips twitched but it wasn't that bad, Harry had been hurt worst before in Quidditch. It was clear when Lucius halted that he wanted to make sure the teenager was okay and Harry said, 'I'm fine, just a little burn.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, Luce,' Harry smiled. 'I'll tell you if I wanna stop.'

Lucius continued to stretch and prepare the teenager, scissoring his fingers. Harry hissed in pain when he did, even more so when Lucius added a third, and later a fourth finger. The teenager was amazingly tight and Lucius wasn't exactly small; Harry needed all the preperation he could get.

It was starting to feel really good; Harry liked being full, he could see why men enjoyed this. Lucius stroked his prostate every few thrusts, adding more pleasure to what Harry was already feeling and making the Gryffindor's cock twitch. He was groaning more, body heating up and sweating, hair sticking to his forehead. Lucius had begun stroking his own cock through his trousers, biting his bottom lip as he stopped himself jumping Harry and thrusting into him. He wanted to make sure his mate was completely ready.

After what felt like hours of preperation, Harry said, 'Lucius, I'm ready.'

Lucius halted. 'Are you sure?'

'Stop asking me that,' Harry huffed, 'and just fuck me.'

How could Lucius say no? He withdrew his fingers and wiped them clean on the duvet beneath them. He slid off the bed and slipped from his trousers and underwear before climbing back between Harry's legs. He pulled them apart and, after making sure the teenager stayed in that position, muttered the lubricant charm. Cock now wet with gel, he moved closer until the head of his shaft was pressing at Harry's entrance.

Lucius paused and looked up at Harry.

'What?' the Gryffindor said.

'I should tell you now before I get carried away,' Lucius said. 'I can be gentle the first time but after you come... Harry, I won't be able to control myself.'

Harry was silent as he processed Lucius' words. 'You mean your veela will take over and you'll be rough?' Lucius nodded. 'Okay.'

'I'm sorry.'

'You can't help it, can you?'

Lucius shook his head.

'Then there's nothing to be sorry for,' Harry said. 'I love you, Lucius.'

'I love you too,' Lucius said. He shifted to kiss Harry softly before going back to his task. 'Deep breaths and relax.'

Harry nodded and calmed himself as Lucius pushed.

Harry gaped, eyes widening as Lucius slowly but surely pushed in. He was so big, had he always been that big? Harry's muscles screamed in protest, even after being stretched. Harry felt like he was being torn in two, pain flaring up from below and shooting up his spine.

'Fuck,' Harry whimpered as Lucius was sheathed all the way in, the blonde groaning.

'Damn, you're tight,' Lucius groaned before blinking. Panting heavily, he asked, 'Harry, are you okay?'

Harry whimpered and said, 'Don't move, please.' His voice was broken from pain, face dark red and sweaty. Lucius hated that he was hurting his mate but there was nothing he could do. Harry had to grow accustomed to the intrusion.

So they both waited, breathing heavily, as Harry tried to adjust.

After about five or ten minutes, Harry took a deep breath and said, 'You can move a little.'

Lucius nodded and drew slightly out, only about two inches, before going back in. Harry swore and bit his lip but told Lucius to keep going. It was slow and nowhere near perfect but they were together, trying to complete their bond, and that was what mattered.

Slowly Harry began to roll his hips, muscles finally stretching enough to make this feel pleasurable. He bit his lip and Lucius moved faster, whimpers of pleasure now escaping the teenager's hips.

Lucius leaned forward on his forearms so he could kiss Harry and make him forget his pain quicker. Harry groaned into his mouth, tongue dancing with Lucius', lips wide to welcome the blonde's in. Harry was so deliciously tight and Lucius was having a hard time holding back. The teenager had been designed just for Lucius, body included, and he gripped the blonde's cock so delightfully.

Leaning on his left arm, Lucius' right hand snaked between their bodies to wrap around Harry's cock. He pulled in time with his thrusts and angled his body to hit Harry's prostate.

The Gryffindor jolted before crying out, sounds being swallowed by Lucius' mouth. He was moving quicker now and all Harry felt was pleasure; Lucius' cock filled him so perfectly, and the scrapes against his prostate built on the burning pleasure he felt. His cock was tugged over and over again and Lucius was panting into his mouth.

It was all perfect, wonderful, and Harry's brain began to shut down as pleasure took over. His breathing was quickening, his body shuddering, and his stomach tensing as a familiar burn worked through him. His balls tightened and Harry cried out, 'Lucius!' as he came suddenly.

It was better than any other orgasm, hitting every single inch of Harry's body. It made him thrust down, impaling himself on Lucius' glorious shaft. His toes curled in the duvet and his fingers dug into Lucius' flushed skin, close to drawing blood. Harry thrust his head back, continuing to groan and curse as Lucius tugged and thrust, milking the climax from Harry until it seemed like it was going forever.

Magic crackled along their bodies, swirling from every pour. Their veelas growled and mewled, danced together as their magic melded. It was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced, the feeling of everything being glorious and so right surging through him.

The room was filled with Harry's heavy breathing, Lucius suddenly frozen but still inside him. The blonde watched his mate orgasm, ride it out, and then go still, chest rising and falling with each breath.

Lucius pulled out slowly and Harry whimpered at the loss. He was turned onto his side and Lucius slotted in behind him, cock rubbing at Harry's dilated entrance. Lucius' veela growled suddenly, yet to be sated.

What felt like seconds after coming, Lucius' hand was once more wrapped around Harry's cock. The teenager gasped and looked down. 'L-Lucius?'

The Slytherin didn't answer, instead stroking Harry's now lengthening cock in his hand. Before Harry could ask, Lucius was thrusting back into him, hard.

Harry cried out both in pain and pleasure as he was completely penetrated, Lucius' long and thick prick settling into him perfectly. He let out a breathy moan that Lucius stole with a searing kiss.

He moved immediately, rocking in and out of Harry while both on their sides. Harry arched as his prostate was stimulated, head tipping back to rest on Lucius' shoulder.

'Fuck, Luce,' Harry groaned, scratching at his thigh with one hand. Lucius caught it and brought it up, bending Harry's arm and locking it behind his back. He thrust in hard and Harry whimpered. 'Lucius, Lucius, oh Merlin!'

Lucius groaned as Harry pushed back, fucking himself on the blonde's cock. 'Harry, Gods, yes,' he moaned. 'Just like that, Harry, keep going.'

Harry did, rolling his hips and slapping his skin against Lucius' as they fucked. Suddenly Lucius was rolling Harry onto his stomach, the Gryffindor pressed deeply into the mattress.

Lucius pushed in and out hard, snapping his hips to bury himself into the teenager as deeply as he could with each thrust. Harry shouted out in pleasure, a pleasure that only intensified when Lucius' strong fingers wrapped around his wrists, pinning his hands to the pillows.

Lucius changed his angle so he was hitting Harry's prostate and forcing the younger wizard to rub against the mattress. The soft sheets were now pulling at Harry's cock, giving him that extra stimulation to come.

Harry was mewling now, begging with his voice and body, wanting Lucius to fill him over and over again and fuck him into another orgasm. Lucius could sense all this and his veela roared it's approval.

It didn't seem possible to Harry but Lucius' thrusts increased in speed and depth until the teen felt like he was being fucked in two. He wailed and thrashed from side to side as heat enveloped him, as Lucius' scent and body and very magic overcame him and wrapped around him completely. Harry chewed on his bottom lip and bit hard enough to taste blood as Lucius fucked him.

'Lucius, fuck yes!' Harry shouted, trying to thrust back. His orgasm was approaching, slashing through his body, making his stomach tighten and his muscles feel on fire. 'Lucius, fuck, I'm... fuck... LUCIUS!'

Lucius' name came out a strangled cry as Harry climaxed again, soiling the sheets as well as his stomach. All he felt was the nirvana that settled over him, the unbelievable release that made his entire body tingle like on fire. His brain shut down as it was swathed in heat and lust, Lucius' scent invading him and making him groan.

The Slytherin was still thrusting, it wasn't over yet. Without pulling out, or letting Harry's tightness make him come, the blonde rolled his mate over to see a look of pure bliss on the Gryffindor's face. Grinning, Lucius pulled Harry's legs over his shoulders and hovered over the teenager.

He kissed Harry just as he started fucking him again and the teenager cried out, oversensative body suddenly stimulated again.

'No, Lucius, I can't, too much!' Harry cried, muscles twisting and cock twitching between their bellies.

'Yes you can,' Lucius told him, kissing Harry's groans away. 'Come again, my love.'

'N-No, too... m-much...' Harry whined.

'Again,' Lucius said, thrusting hard and hitting Harry's prostate. It was enough to make the teenager achingly hard again, cock growing between their sweat-soaked bodies.

'No,' Harry tried, 'please, can't... no...'

Lucius nipped at Harry's neck and growled, dominance shining through their sex induced hazes to make Harry whimper. He immediately went still, eyes glazed as he waited for whatever Lucius wanted to do.

'Scream for me, Harry,' Lucius asked, voice completely authoratative and demanding. 'I want you to scream.'

Harry whimpered, fingers clawing at his thighs.

'Scream, Harry!' Lucius snarled.

'Fuck!' Harry shouted, Lucius' voice, his scent, his dominance making it impossible not to do as asked. 'Lucius, it's too much!' he screamed. 'Please, don't!'

'You have to,' Lucius growled, licking at Harry's neck. 'Come again.'

'P-please!' Harry begged.

Lucius just thrust harder and Harry wailed, he screamed, he begged not to come again so soon. But Lucius didn't listen, knowing Harry would thank him when they were done.

The teenager's tightness and shouts, his breathy moans and emerald eyes, all had Lucius tip over the edge. Just before he did, he sank his teeth into Harry's Mark and sucked back.

Harry arched off the bed, impaling himself completely on Lucius' cock, and screamed. He screamed so hard Lucius felt his entire body shake as come spilled across their connected stomachs. Harry shook and groaned, gritted his teeth and scratched through his hair, ripping and pulling as his glasses fell.

Lucius just groaned and held on, Harry's muscles milking his orgasm from him for what felt like hours. It was so unbelievably delicious, he could feel himself slicking Harry's insides with his seed.

Mine, Lucius told himself as his veela purred. Mine, mine, mine.

Their magic twisted and exploded around them, showering the room with light and making it shake. The entire castle glowed with their union and the house elves scampering about stopped to grin and bask in the power.

Magic licked at their skin as their veelas shouted their pleasure, their bond. When Harry thumped back onto the mattress, chest heaving as he tried to breathe, Lucius went with him. Their magic made their skin tingle and their bond strengthen, sealing them together and beginning to complete their union.

Harry's eyes opened and looked onto Lucius'. They just stared at each other, both feeling their veelas meld with them, filling their bodies with the magic that only came with their kind.

Finally, their bond was coming together.

Finally, they were almost complete.

Their magic slid back into their bodies and Harry started shaking. He was a mess; sweat soaked skin, trembling limbs, hair tangled, and lips swollen and bloody. He winced as Lucius pulled out and fell to his side, the older wizard feeling thoroughly strung out.

Harry twitched when Lucius grabbed him but was too tired to try and move. He allowed the blonde to pull him over, body so weak he grunted.

'Shh,' Lucius whispered. 'Sleep, love.'

Harry didn't need to be told twice.

Chapter 25: Completing The Bond Part II

Notes:

Very graphic m/m slash

When Harry woke he felt thoroughly debauched yet full of energy. It was like after a Quidditch match; tired from flying, ducking, and weaving, but ready to do whatever he wanted after the high of catching the snitch, of winning.

He sat up to see that Lucius was awake, the Slytherin eating chicken and chips and reading a book. 'Hungry?' he asked, the Gryffindor nodding. 'Dobby?' Lucius called.

The house elf popped into existance on the middle of the bed, not even batting an eye to their nakedness. 'How may Dobby help Masters Lucius and Harry?' he asked with a grin.

Harry realised they must have spoken before he woke because Dobby didn't seem even slightly scared of Lucius like he normally was. 'Um... can you get me some ice-cream?' he asked.

Lucius tutted. 'Ice-cream is not food, Harry.'

'I want ice-cream,' he pouted.

With a smile, Lucius nodded at Dobby. 'What kinds of ice-cream does Harry Potter want?' the elf asked, bouncing up and down.

'Um... peppermint,' Harry said, 'and cookies and cream... with nuts and chocolate sauce.'

Dobby bowed low. 'Dobby fetches ice-cream at once, Harry Potter. Can Dobby get anything for Master Lucius?'

'Just some iced pumpkin juice please, Dobby,' Lucius said.

Dobby bowed again before disappearing with a pop. 'Why are you being so nice to him?' Harry asked.

'I know you like Dobby,' Lucius said, 'and I know I treated him badly. It was in the past though and Dobby said he'd throw me out the window if I hurt you.' Harry smiled as Lucius smirked. 'I figured I should be nice or be thrown out a window.'

They lapsed into silence until Dobby returned with a tray. On it were three massive bowls of ice-cream; peppermint choc-chip, cookies and cream, banana and vanilla, a small bowl of nuts and chocolate sauce, two empty goblets, and a pitcher of iced pumpkin juice. After thanking Dobby, Harry tucked in, shovelling ice-cream down his throat as though he was starving.

Harry swallowed and licked his lips. 'What's the time?'

'Midnight,' Lucius said, not looking up from the book he was reading.

Harry frowned. 'But we fell asleep...'

'Around nine pm,' Lucius said, flicking a page.

'Did... did we sleep an entire day?' Harry asked.

Lucius smiled and looked at him. 'No, Harry, you've only been asleep about three hours.'

'But I feel like I've been asleep for days,' Harry said.

Lucius sighed and bookmarked his page. 'I suppose I should tell you.'

'Tell me what?' Harry asked as his mate turned to look at him.

'A veela completely bonds with his or her mate when they have penetrative sex-'

'I know,' Harry cut in.

Lucius frowned. 'Don't interupt.' Harry poked his tongue out and shoved a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth. Lucius smiled and continued. 'We did that earlier tonight, as you know.'

Harry grinned at the memory.

'Well, what I didn't tell you was that we'll be in here for a while,' Lucius said, pouring pumpkin juice into a goblet and drinking a large mouthful.

Harry frowned. 'Why?'

'When our veelas connected, they started sharing their magic,' Lucius explained, 'which is hightened during sex. At the moment, our veelas haven't had enough. They need more time together.'

'You mean they need more sex,' Harry said and Lucius nodded. 'Erm... how much?'

'We'll be having sex multiple times over the next seven days.'

Harry's mouth fell open. 'Seven days?' Lucius nodded. 'We're going to have sex over and over again-'

'Over seven days, yes,' Lucius said. 'Maybe longer.'

'What?'

'We waited a while to have penetrative sex, Harry, our veelas might need longer,' Lucius said.

'How... how can we have sex that many times?' Harry asked. 'Won't we combust?'

Lucius smirked. 'Harry, you do remember that I made you come four times in the space of an hour, yes?' Harry blushed and nodded. 'You're no longer like other human males,' Lucius explained, 'you are part veela now. And as such, I can make you come multiple times if I choose too.'

Harry turned redder. 'So... erm... h-how... many...'

'At least nine during one round of love making if I wanted,' Lucius said.

Harry nearly fainted. 'You can make me come nine times in a row?'

'It would maybe take two hours, but yes,' Lucius said. 'Don't worry, Harry,' he added when seeing his mate's frightened face, 'I won't do that yet, you're not ready.' He paused. 'I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?'

'Little bit,' Harry admitted, shifting beneath the sheets. 'But it was... mm, nice kind of hurt.' He grinned and sucked back on his spoon.

'Please finish your ice-cream quickly,' Lucius told him, putting his book aside.

'Why?' Harry asked.

'My veela needs sex,' Lucius said, quickly taking a large bite of his chicken.

'Liar,' Harry grinned. 'You want sex, you're just using your veela as an excuse.'

Lucius grinned coyly. 'Ah, how you know me, my love.' He licked his lips and Harry swallowed. 'Can you ever forgive me?'

'Mm... I think so,' Harry said, suddenly feeling over-heated. Luicus took his spoon and tray, adding his own plate to it on the bedside table. He turned and pushed Harry down, covering the teenager with his body.

'I better start apologising now,' Lucius whispered and kissed him. Harry groaned.

 

{oOo}

 

Ron and Hermione entered Harry's quarters and looked around, wondering where their friend had got to. It was the following afternoon and they were worried, they hadn't seen Harry in over two days.

'Harry?' Hermione called out as they entered the sitting room. They found Draco curled up on the couch with a book. 'Draco, where's Harry?'

There was a loud groan from down the hallway and Hermione looked, Ron stopping beside her.

'In bed with my father,' Draco grimaced.

'So he's okay?' Hermione asked, wringing her hands. 'He hasn't been to class and Dumbledore doesn't know anything.'

'He won't be to class for the remainder of the term,' Draco said.

Seeing the confused looks on Hermione's and Ron's faces, he sighed and gestured to the arm chairs. After sitting, Draco explained.

'My father and Harry have finally completed their bond.' Ron grimaced and Hermione turned red. 'They'll be in the bedroom for at least a week and we can't disturb them.'

'Why?' Ron asked.

'Harry'll be letting off enough allure to make even the straightest man feel horny,' Draco said. 'If you so much as look at him my father will kill you.'

'Why?' Ron repeated.

'He's a veela, he'll protect his mate,' Hermione said. 'If Harry's letting off a submissive allure after having sex, Lucius will lose control. Lucius will think that Harry's in danger and attack before asking questions to protect Harry.'

'Right,' Ron said slowly. 'That's... half sweet, half disgusting.'

Draco smirked. 'The worse part is they haven't used a silencing charm,' he said. 'They've had sex at least four times since I got here a little over an hour ago.'

'So why are you still here?' Hermione asked.

'My veela wants to be close,' Draco said, 'because they're finally completing their bond. I now recognise Harry as my other parent and I want to share that, be part of their bonding. Of course I have no desire to see either of them naked so I'm stuck here.'

'That sucks,' Ron said and Draco nodded.

There was a loud thump from down the hallway and they clearly heard Harry shout, 'Fuck, Lucius, yes!'

'Oh Gods,' Draco groaned and Ron turned bright red. Hermione grinned.

'Draco, want to come to the library?' Hermione asked. 'Maybe give them some time alone?'

Draco looked like he wanted to stay but eventually nodded and followed the other two. They all heard Lucius growl, 'So tight!'

'I'm gonna throw up,' Draco groaned.

Hermione giggled and Ron said, 'Should we tell Dumbledore?' The other two looked at him. 'What if someone comes to see what they're doing, hears a shout, and thinks Harry's in trouble? Sirius said he might visit and... well, I don't want him to die.'

'You're right,' Hermione said and Draco nodded. 'We'll tell him at dinner.'

 

{oOo}

 

Harry was like a cat. He was snuggled up into Lucius' side purring and mewling, pressing kisses to his mate's chest and stroking his leg. Lucius smiled down at him, heart about to burst with love. It didn't help that Harry was adorable; his skin was covered in sweat, his cheeks bright red and lips swollen from kissing. His hair was even more dishevelled then usual and Lucius ran his fingers through it.

'Beautiful,' he murmured and Harry snuggled into him even more. 'I love you.'

'Love you too,' Harry yawned. 'Even if you broke me.'

Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry thrust up, moaning as he kissed and licked his mate's neck. He was lying on his back, legs wrapped around Lucius' waist. Both were hard, Harry already having been prepared, and he was close to begging; the man was taking too damn long!

Suddenly Lucius rolled them and Harry scrambled. He found himself straddling Lucius' hips, the blonde gripping him tightly.

'Ride me,' he ordered.

Harry blinked. 'What?'

'Ride me,' Lucius repeated and lifted the Gryffindor. Harry pulled himself up and leaned back, hand moving until it found Lucius' cock. Harry gripped it tightly and shifted until the head pressed to his opening.

He groaned loudly as Lucius breached him, quickly filling the teenager completely. Harry moved down until he was sitting snug on Lucius' lap, the Slytherin's cock sheathed in his heat. He moved back and forth, feeling Lucius inside him, and let out a breathy moan.

'Move,' Lucius ordered.

It seemed Lucius was in the mood for quick sex and Harry was happy to comply. They moved quickly, Harry pulling himself up before dropping down. Lucius helped by snapping his hips, burying himself inside his mate over and over again.

Harry swore as he was fucked, eyes squeezed shut and head tipped back. Lucius had never felt so big and he hit all the right spots, pleasure burning through the teenager like a supernova.

It didn't take long for Harry to reach his first climax, shuddering as he spurted all over Lucius' abdomen. The blond gripped his hips tightly and made sure he kept moving, eyes locked onto Harry's face which was contorted in pleasure.

Once Harry had come back to himself, he fell forward, resting his hands on Lucius' sweat-covered chest. He impaled himself over and over again on his mate's cock, Lucius groaning beneath him.

Harry could tell Lucius was reaching his own orgasm, especially when his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked quickly, Harry's shaft filling out and fresh arousal thundering through him. Harry leaned down to kiss the blonde, lips and teeth and tongues all sloppy as they grunted into each other's mouths.

'Lucius,' Harry groaned. Lucius licked his jaw. 'Make me come, make me come again,' Harry begged.

Lucius moaned and moved faster.

Suddenly he flipped Harry again so the teenager was on his back. Harry knew Lucius liked the power; liked to see Harry writhing beneath him. And writhe Harry did; begging, moaning, pleading with Lucius to make him come.

Lucius thrust in hard, hitting Harry's prostate and tugging on his cock. Harry arched up and came, white liquid spilling across his stomach. His muscles tightened and Lucius came with a hoarse grunt, head hanging as he emptied into the teenager beneath him.

When they'd calmed down, Lucius pulled out and slithered down Harry's body. Harry watched, wide-eyed, as Lucius licked his stomach and cock clean, his own seed disappearing into his mate's mouth.

'Fuck,' Harry said. He was in danger of getting hard again.

Lucius smirked knowingly. 'Round two?'

'More like round forty,' Harry said, thinking of the past few days.

Lucius grinned and moved back up the Gryffindor's body. He kissed Harry deeply, the younger wizard groaning as he tasted himself on Lucius' lips.

'Well?' the blonde asked.

Harry smiled. 'Go on then.'

 

{oOo}

 

Cleaning spells were good and all but Harry needed a proper shower. He knew he'd end up sweaty and sticky probably minutes after it but he really needed one.

So he left a sleeping Lucius and padded to the bathroom, wincing every few steps. His whole body ached, his arse burned, but every time Lucius so much as looked at him he was raring to go. Harry wondered if it was possible to die of too many orgasms as he turned the shower on.

Not wanting to wake his mate, Harry shut the door before sliding into the shower. He groaned as the hot water beat against his body, soothing his aching muscles.

Harry just stood under the water for a few minutes before grabbing his body wash. He lathered up a loofah and started scrubbing away the evidence of his and Lucius' coupling. Harry found love-bites all over his chest and stomach, stark red marks that stood out against his skin. There were bruises on his hips, small ones and large, all from Lucius' strong fingers.

Harry smiled as he replayed all their encounters, humming under his breath and rubbing his body clean. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open, or the other body step into the shower.

He jumped and shouted when warm arms wrapped around him, a kiss being placed against his cheek. 'Something wrong, little one?'

'You scared the shit out of him,' Harry admitted as he turned.

Lucius smirked, blonde hair darkening under the water. 'So sorry.'

Harry grumbled under his breath and continued washing, Lucius just watching him. When he was done Lucius grabbed his own loofah and began to wash.

Everything the man did was sexy and Harry swallowed as he watched, fresh arousal sweeping through his body. He knew he'd been caught when Lucius glanced down at his crotch.

'Enjoying yourself?'

Harry looked down too and realised he was hard. He blushed furiously, even more so when Lucius pushed him against the wall. Harry gasped as his back came into contact with cold tiles.

Lucius slid to his knees gracefully, water trickling down his face and neck, right down to his own raging erection. Lucius took Harry's in his hand and stroked a few times, Harry groaning loudly.

Smiling, Lucius licked his lips before leaning forward. He swallowed Harry down to the root, throat working to stimulate the head as he buried his nose in Harry's dark pubic hair. Harry swore, one hand pressing against the tiles, one threading through Lucius' wet hair and tugging him close.

Lucius pulled all the way back to tease the head, licking the slit and making Harry shudder. The Gryffindor swallowed thickly and looked down, eyes dark. Lucius looked up at him from beneath dark lashes before taking Harry again, sucking back, flattening his tongue to lick the underside.

It continued like that; Lucius taking Harry's cock completely before pulling back to tease. Harry whimpered and mewled, tugging Lucius closer and harder to keep the blonde in place. Finally Lucius relented and sucked back hard, bobbing up and down as he blew Harry off.

Harry groaned loudly, muttering under his breath as he watched. His orgasm was approaching fast, the hot water pouring over them, drumming into Harry's hot body. Harry could take no more and when Lucius deep-throated him, sucking back hard, Harry came.

Lucius had to raise both hands to hold Harry up, pushing the teenager against the wall as his legs threatened to buckle. Harry shot his seed down Lucius' throat and the Slytherin swallowed it all down.

Lucius licked his lips clean and drew back, closing his eyes to let the hot water wash down his face. Harry dragged him up and they exchanged kisses before Harry was pushing Lucius against the wall.

The older wizard chuckled as Harry grasped his erection. 'What are you doing, little one?'

'Returning the favour,' Harry grinned. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around Lucius' cock, revelling in the groans of pleasure his mate made.

Harry had never been able to take Lucius completely, the man was too big. But now it didn't seem that hard and with each suck Harry sank further down until Lucius' cock was slipping down his throat.

Lucius swore and grabbed Harry's head, fingers threading through his hair and digging into his scalp. The blonde thrust forward violently and Harry would have grinned if he could; he loved when Lucius took control and this time was no different.

He relaxed his jaw and braced himself against Lucius' thighs as the man thrust again. He fucked Harry's mouth hard, eyes dark and locked onto Harry as he did. The Gryffindor looked up at him, eyes bright and wide, and it did Lucius in in seconds. He came violently, coating Harry's tongue with his salty seed.

Harry swallowed it all, moaning in pleasure as Lucius panted above him. Slowly the blonde pulled out and sank to his knees, tugging Harry close so they could kiss again. It was soft and slow, gentle, and they breathed in each other's scent.

'I'm sorry about that,' Lucius said when he could speak clearly.

'I loved it,' Harry replied honestly.

He stood but Lucius remained on the floor, watching as Harry tilted the showerhead. Once done, he sat back down and made Lucius lean against the wall. He settled between Lucius' legs, back pressed to his chest, water raining down on their legs and keeping them warm.

They sat together in silence, kissing and touching softly as the warm water lulled them into relaxation.

 

{oOo}

 

'They've been in their for six days,' Severus said. He and Draco were eating dinner in Severus' quarters, the blonde needing somewhere to hide out now that he didn't have his father or Harry to spend time with.

Draco groaned. 'Please don't remind me.'

'It'll happen to you one day.'

'I hope so,' Draco said. 'Those two veelas from the Creature Council said my mate was close. What does that even mean?'

'Veela are annoying creatures,' Severus said, smirking at the angry look Draco threw him. 'You'll find out soon enough.'

'I just don't want to wait as long as Dad,' Draco said. 'I saw what it did to him.'

'Your father's happy now,' Severus said. And then, just to annoy Draco because it was funny, he added, 'Probably buried in Potter right now.'

Draco groaned and pushed his dinner away. 'Not hungry,' he muttered.

Severus grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke when he was suddenly flipped and Lucius straddled his lower back. He began moving immediately, rubbing his hardening cock up and down Harry's spine and down the crack of his arse.

'Gods, Lucius,' Harry groaned, pushing back.

'What do you want, Harry?' the veela growled.

'You,' Harry answered immediately. 'You, as hard as you can give it.'

Lucius smiled and moved down Harry's body, sliding his cock between the boy's cheeks and making Harry shiver. His grin widened as he slid to rest on Harry's thighs. He rubbed Harry's back, hips, and arse cheeks before muttering the lubricant charm.

Fingers coated in gel, Lucius rubbed a finger around Harry's entrance without going in, the teenager groaning in annoyance as Lucius rubbed the oil between his cheeks and along his skin.

Suddenly a sharp slap rang out and Harry jolted on the bed. His arse stung as Lucius slapped him again. Harry thought he should be angry, or scared, that Lucius was hitting him. But really he was just turned on. His cock twitched against the mattress as Lucius slapped him hard.

'Oh... ooohhh...' Harry groaned very loudly and tried to bend to look back at his mate.

Lucius grabbed him by the back of the head, forcing Harry's face down into the duvet. 'Ah, ah, no peeking,' the veela tutted.

'S-Sorry,' Harry said and moaned when Lucius smacked his arse. 'Oh Gods.'

'Do you like that?' Lucius asked.

'Uh... uh-huh,' Harry grunted and tried to nod.

Lucius smiled and slapped him again. Suddenly something much more painful was happening and Harry gasped as Lucius thrust into him in one slick movement. He was still loose from earlier but his muscles protested at the sudden intrusion, making Harry try to pull away.

'Noo,' Lucius said and thrust again, hitting Harry's prostate. 'Stay down.'

Harry moaned and whimpered as Lucius started fucking him.

The man was merciless. Each thrust was hard and punishing, the blonde's long, thick cock stretching his muscles and making everything burn in a delicious haze of lust. Harry grunted and bit into the duvet, sucking cotton between his lips and licking it, body wanting to do something but not knowing what.

Lucius was pushing all the right buttons; he still had a hold of Harry's head and pushed him into the mattress hard. His other hand was raking up and down Harry's back, leaving red trails and bruises when he grabbed the teenager by the hip. His body weight was keeping Harry down so the Gyrffindor couldn't touch his cock or rub it against anything.

It was half delicious, half maddening, and Harry was torn between moaning that Lucius was a sex god and screaming at the man to make him touch his shaft.

Lucius smirked knowingly and rolled his hips before snapping them, slamming into Harry's prostate to add fresh waves of pleasure roll through the younger wizard's body. Harry arched up and groaned, fingers digging into the duvet.

Suddenly Lucius stopped and Harry blinked, wondering if he'd passed out in pleasure. The hand on his head was gone and he sat up, twisting to look at his mate.

He was pushed down by strong hands, nails digging into his shoulders as his chest bounced against the mattress.

'What did I say?' Lucius hissed in his ear. He moved up and down so Harry could feel his cock but not enough for it to stimulate him.

'Ah... um... s-stay down?' Harry tried, brain fuzzy.

'And what did you just do?'

'D-Didn't stay... stay down,' Harry mumbled.

'No, you didn't!' Lucius snarled. He slammed in again and Harry shouted in pain and pleasure, Lucius' cock seeming to tear him in two and throw him into a pleasure oblivion.

Harry's arms flailed about, not sure what to do, and Lucius grabbed them. He pinned them to the bed above Harry's head and the teenager gasped.

Lucius started teasing his mate, swiftly plunging into the teenager before pulling all the way out. Harry whimpered each time he pulled out, moaned rather loudly every time he pushed in. It was a beautiful mix of frustration and pleasure, at least for Lucius. Harry sounded like he wanted to cry.

'L-Luce... p-please!' Harry begged.

Lucius kept Harry's arms pinned with one hand and used the other to grab Harry by the hair and yank his head up. He crushed their lips together and thoroughly plundered the groaning teenager's mouth, Harry's tongue flicking and dancing with his own, the two exchanging wet licks and swallowing each other's groans.

Lucius pulled out again and got off his mate, letting go of Harry's hands and stepping off the bed. Harry's whine was cut off with a gasp when Lucius dragged him from the bed. He carried the Gryffindor over to the arm chair in the corner and threw him on it.

'Hold the back of the headrest,' Lucius ordered, voice husky and rough. Harry did as asked while Lucius spread his legs and pulled him back by the hips. The teenager shivered and looked over his shoulder.

Lucius plunged back into his loose hole, fresh gel leaking from him every time Lucius slid out.

'Fuck, Lucius!' Harry shouted, back arching and fingers digging into the leather beneath his hands. 'Fuck, fucking hell, ah... I...' He swore a number of times as Lucius slammed into him, slapping Harry's cheeks and scraping his back with dulled nails. Harry just moaned all the louder, body being assaulted so wonderfully.

Lucius started fucking him with abandon and Harry bounced on the arm chair. He would have gone flying off it, or collapsed over the thing, if Lucius hadn't held him in place. His hands were hot and hard on Harry's shoulders, curling around the Gryffindor's muscles posessively.

The blonde didn't seem to like that position though and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. The green-eyed wizard was lifted and carried back to the bed, Lucius not slipping out once. He made Harry drape over the bed, knees on the floor, arms spread above his head. He crouched down, legs spread wide, and slammed back into the teenager.

Lucius let out a loud groan and Harry whimpered in response. Lucius finally seemed happy and he fucked Harry hard, the Gryffindor bouncing against the mattress. The bed and position was doing half the work for Lucius, not that the teacher ever slowed down once. He slammed into Harry hard and rolled his hips, hitting the boy's prostate dead on.

Harry tensed as his cock rubbed against the side of the bed, the organ finally getting the stimulation it needed. A few of Lucius' hard and punishing thrusts pushed Harry over the edge. Lucius fucked him through the orgasm, the boy's tightening walls not once changing his pace.

Harry whimpered and moaned and scratched crazily at the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. His body shuddered with his release and Harry couldn't think clearly until it was over.

Lucius had stopped inside him and was running a firm, loving hand down the boy's back. 'Look at you,' he said softly, 'coming apart, just for me.'

Harry groaned.

'You're so lovely like this, absolutely beautiful,' Lucius said and pulled out. He leaned over Harry to kiss his neck and lick at his Mark. Harry shivered but didn't move, the younger veela waiting to see what his mate would do.

Lucius licked a trail down his sweaty back, tongue lapping up the salty liquid. Harry moaned softly, eyes flickering open and shut as Lucius licked and swirled his tongue down, down-

'Lucius!' Harry hissed as his arse was licked; first one cheek, then the other, followed by Lucius tonguing his hole. 'Ah, so... g-good...' Harry groaned.

He squealed when Lucius penetrated him, that wet, slippery organ thrusting in hard and feeling oh so good. Lucius had to hold the teenager down, the boy trying to thrust back to get more of Lucius' tongue into him.

Harry pulled at the blankets and writhed, moaned, pushed his face into the duvet and drooled all over it. He was a complete mess and it didn't help when Lucius wrapped a firm hand around his cock.

'FUCK!' Harry shouted. 'Fuck, fuck, shit, LUCIUS!'

Lucius grinned behind him before withdrawing his tongue. He licked up and down the teenager's arse before thrusting back in and pulling at his shaft. He flicked his thumb over the head of Harry's cock and used his free arm to pull Harry back, face suddenly buried between the teenager's cheek.

Harry swore hoarsely as he came again, leaking all over Lucius' hand and the bed. He shook violently, muscles twisting and burning as pleasure descended over his mind and body.

Lucius pulled back and pressed soft kisses to Harry's lower back before dragging the teenager up. Harry moaned tiredly and fell against Lucius, face pressed into the man's hard stomach. Lucius lifted Harry's chin and made the boy watch as he licked his hand clean, swallowing Harry's seed.

Harry moaned again, eyes heavy with exhaustion but also dark with lust. Lucius stood tall, crotch level with Harry's face, and watched the Gryffindor's eyes flick down to his still hard and heavy shaft.

'Well?' Lucius asked.

Harry immediately leapt forward, wrapping his lips around Lucius' cock and sucking him down to the root. Lucius groaned and let himself go a little, enjoying what Harry could do without being the one in control.

Clearly enjoying himself, Harry groaned and looked up at Lucius. The man nearly came right there and then; Harry's bright emerald eyes were staring up at him through dark lashes. His hair was even messier then usual and stuck to his sweaty forehead. His skin was flushed a deep red, face a mask of pleasure.

'Gods, Harry,' Lucius groaned, raising a hand and brushing his knuckles over the boy's overheated cheek.

'Mmf,' Harry mumbled and sucked back harder. He grabbed Lucius' hip with one hand, the other wrapping around the base of his cock. Every time he pulled back, he fisted Lucius' shaft and pulled.

'Ah, fuck,' Lucius grunted. 'Harry, Harry, Harry...' He scraped his nails through Harry's messy black hair and watched the teenager shiver. The Gryffindor's cock was twitching, slowly re-hardening as Harry licked and sucked on Lucius' shaft. 'Look at you, getting all hot and bothered for me again.'

Harry moaned and swallowed around Lucius' cock.

'You've already come twice and you're so desperate for me again.'

'Oh goff,' Harry moaned and closed his eyes. He pushed forward, taking Lucius completely and swallowing. He pulled back and let Lucius fall from him with a very wet pop before thrusting his face forward. He buried his nose in Lucius' pubic hair and breathed in deeply.

There was baked bread and chilli, musk and man, sex and pre-ejaculate, Lucius and lubricant and love and-

Lucius grabbed Harry by the sides of the head and growled. Harry's mouth dropped open and Lucius thrust back in. His jaw was stretched wide, lips expanding as Lucius pumped into him. He was hard, rough, and Harry moaned in enjoyment. He looked up at Lucius and the man groaned, licking his lips as he watched Harry take him over and over again.

Harry could taste pre-come and himself, a bitterness that covered his tongue and made his gut ache. Heat was burning through his lower half and Harry knew he was hard again. His arse was clenching and unclenching, as though begging Lucius to be filled.

Lucius fucked Harry's face hard and furiously, blonde hair whipping around as the man grunted. Sweat trickled down his chiseled jaw and Lucius bit his lip. His orgasm was building and building, and unlike Harry he wouldn't be able to come again so quickly. So he drew back swiftly, saliva and pre-come dripping down the teenager's red and swollen lips.

Tongue coming out to lap at his bruised lips, Harry looked up at Lucius with dark eyes. Lucius bent and crushed their lips together, tasting so many things in his little mate's mouth. Harry kissed back just as hard, hands threading through Lucius' hair and pulling him down.

Strong hands grabbed Harry's arse and lifted him. Harry wound his arms around Lucius' neck and felt himself being pushed back. Lucius climbed onto the bed and laid Harry down gently, hands warm and smooth on his backside.

They exchanged soft, slow kisses, Lucius licking at Harry's tongue and lips, his teeth nibbling and pulling back on Harry's bottom lip. Harry groaned at the sudden change in pace as the two spent a few minutes just kissing.

Harry's legs were suddenly pulled up and wrapped around Lucius' waist. Harry opened his eyes just in time to see Lucius thrust back into him. He cried out, filled suddenly and so perfectly. He shook as Lucius pulled all the way out, cock sliding between his cheeks.

'Lu-Luci-us...' Harry mumbled, so exhausted yet turned on at the same time. He couldn't believe what Lucius could do to him, the way the blonde tired him out yet made him beg for more. It was amazing, insane, just... Harry loved it.

Lucius rubbed up and down Harry's inner-thighs before he thrust back in, slamming into Harry in one slick movement. Once again the teenager cried out. And, once again, Lucius pulled all the way out, his wet and leaking cock sliding along Harry's skin.

Now the teenager had tears in his eyes, bottom lip sucked into his mouth. Salty liquid spilled from his eyes to mix with his already wet skin. Lucius growled low in his throat, a deep primal sound that shot straight to Harry's cock. He mewled in response and Lucius groaned.

He thrust back in and this time kept going; his hips moved forward and back, filling Harry over and over again and fucking him hard. Harry shouted out in pleasure, back arching off the bed as Lucius grabbed his hips. He pulled Harry off the bed as he slammed in, Harry's cock flopping along his stomach and spreading fresh pre-ejaculate.

Lucius slowed down to move in long, slow thrusts, making sure Harry felt every inch of him as he slid in. The teenager mewled and groaned, alternated between staring at Lucius with his big emerald eyes and thrusting his head back into the pillows to pant.

He was absolutely stunning, gorgeous, and Lucius' heart tore with love and happiness. He felt his Harry Band tighten and knew the teenager felt the same way. Lucius groaned and slid his hands up and down Harry's toned stomach and chest, flicking a nipple before wrapping one hand around Harry's neck.

The teenager gasped, eyes flinging open. He looked up at Lucius with absolute trust and swallowed thickly. Lucius' thumb trailed along Harry's smooth, marked neck and he grinned. His hand slid back down to the boy's cock and his fingers trailed down it slowly.

Harry gasped and watched as Lucius started to up his movements. Soon he was slamming into the teenager again, hitting Harry's prostate each time. The Gyrffindor shouted in pleasure, teeth sinking into his already bruised bottom lip.

Lucius dragged his mate closer and wrapped one arm around his shoulders. He pulled Harry up until they were flush against each other, the Slytherin snapping his hips to continue burying himself in Harry's tight heat. Kissing Harry quickly, Lucius moved down, getting closer and closer to his Mark as their orgasms tore towards them.

Harry was breathing heavily, heart thumping against his chest and Lucius' own. Their hearts beat in sink as Lucius' free hand wrapped around Harry's shaft. He pumped four, five times, before sinking his teeth into Harry's Mark and sucking back hard.

With a strangled cry, Harry came and Lucius followed. Harry leaked across his stomach and Lucius' fist, warm liquid dripping over his heated skin. He shuddered and groaned as Lucius continued to thrust into him and pull.

Lucius moaned against Harry's neck and continued to bite him. He filled the teenager, seed slicking the Gryffindor's insides. Harry's muscles tensed and spasmed, milking Lucius' cock for at least three minutes. Lucius shook against Harry, panting heavily over his mate and whimpering under his breath.

Their magic danced together, sizzling through their veins and finally completing their bond, the tether that joined their hearts. The bands around both their hearts burned white-hot and flexed, expanded, pummelling both men with every feeling they'd ever had for each other.

They were both absolutely wrecked when they broke apart, their magic disappearing to leave them wiped out. Lucius lowered Harry to the bed and the teenager slumped onto the mattress. Lucius managed to pull out slowly, Harry wincing as his tender hole was stretched one last time. The blonde dropped beside his partner and rolled onto his back.

Harry moved immediately, snuggling into Lucius' side. He mewled and whimpered, nuzzling Lucius' sweaty chest with his nose and head. Lucius wrapped an arm around the teen and pulled him close, Harry sighing happily and closing his eyes.

'L-Love... y-y-yooou,' Harry finally managed to yawn.

Lucius' lips twitched in a smile as he whispered very softly, 'I love you too, Harry. Our bond is complete.'

Harry smiled happily.

Neither cared that they were covered in various body fluids and completely naked. Both were too hot to get under the blankets and were more then happy to lay there together, both falling asleep with the other on their mind.

Chapter 26: Veela Powers

Everything was different when Harry woke. He blinked as he stared up at the ceiling, eyesight fuzzy because his glasses were on his bedside table. He reached over for them and was surprised to feel that his body wasn't sore. He'd become used to being achy and bruised but sat up feeling fresh and strong.

He was still covered in love-bites and bruises, his body sticky and disgusting because he and Lucius hadn't cleaned up the night before.

Harry took a deep breath, knowing it was morning from the sunlight streaming through the window.

He was assaulted by a heavenly scent; fresh baked bread that made his mouth water, something spicey like chilli, and something that made him feel warm/aroused/protected/loved all at the same time. Confused, Harry sniffed again.

'That's me.'

Harry jumped and turned. Lucius was on his back, arms tucked under his pillow. He blinked at Harry with sleep-caked eyes.

'What do you mean?' the teenager asked.

'What you smell is me,' Lucius said, 'that's my scent.'

Harry frowned. 'But... how?'

Lucius chuckled and sat up, yawning and stretching. 'I know you could always smell me, my particular scent, but you could never figure out what it was, right?' Harry nodded. 'Now you can because our bond is complete.'

'Oh,' Harry said.

'What do I smell like?'

'Um... fresh baked bread, all delicious.' Lucius chuckled. 'And spicey, like chilli. There's also... I dunno, it smells like love and protection and makes me horny.'

Lucius laughed again and said, 'Sounds like me.' Harry rolled his eyes as Lucius breathed in deeply. 'Mm.'

'What?' Harry asked.

'I can smell you properly,' Lucius said. 'You're like a forest after a thunderstorm; fresh and young, clean. There's also...' he breathed in again, '... dark chocolate, rich and delicious.' Harry grinned. 'And also love, warmth, exactly what you said; I can't describe it but it's there...'

He trailed off and frowned, sitting up.

'What?' Harry asked.

'Your Mark,' Lucius said, pointing at the spot low on the right side of Harry's neck.

'What about it?' Harry asked.

'It's... different,' Lucius said. 'Dobby!' The house ellf cracked into view and Lucius asked, 'Can you please get me a mirror?' Dobby nodded and disappeared, only to return a few seconds later with a mirror. Lucius thanked him again and showed Harry.

The teenager gasped. His Mark was... differnet, like Lucius had said. It was in the same spot but no longer looked like a large bruise or hickey. It looked like a tattoo now, like thick black ink had been burned into his skin. It was an intricate pattern with many loops and swirls.

'Wow,' Harry said.

'Beautiful,' Lucius murmured.

Harry smiled and said, 'Is this because our bond is complete?'

Lucius nodded. 'You're now Marked as my life mate, Harry. Anyone who sees that Mark will know.'

'Good,' Harry grinned and leaned across to kiss his mate softly. Both gasped. They'd kissed hundreds, thousands of times before, but this time it was different. It was warmer and better, their warm and wet mouths tasting like each other's scents. Harry knew he could drown in Lucius' mouth and reached out to touch him.

His skin was softer then before and burned, impirnting itself on Harry so the teenager could never forget. His hair was like silk, making Harry want to thread his fingers through it and never let go.

Lucius was having the same feelings. Harry's skin was like velvet and seared through him, the boy's breathy moans shrouding his brain and making him shudder.

It was like they'd never kissed before, never held each other, and both got lost in each other. Lucius pushed Harry down until the Gryffindor was on his back. A quick cleansing charm had them both fresh but it seemed a waste of time as Harry's cock oozed pre-come onto his stomach.

Lucius wasted no time in muttering the lubricant charm, slick fingers quickly sliding into the teenager's hole.

'FUCK!' Harry shouted. He was close to coming already, just from Lucius' fingers alone. It was like he'd never felt them before; they were hot and seemed to pulse, filling Harry completely and making him thrust down. Lucius pushed them in, groaning loudly.

'Shit, Harry, you feel so good,' Lucius panted, eyes darkening until Harry could barely see the silver of his irises. 'I can't even... it's like-'

'I know,' Harry groaned. 'Just fuck me, hurry, I need you.'

Lucius prepared him quickly before covering his cock in gel. He moved between Harry's legs and slid in quickly.

They both shouted, amazed at how good it felt. It was better then before, so much better. Harry was perfectly made, muscles clenching deliciously around Lucius' shaft. He was warm and wet and so very strong, body seeming to pulse and coax Lucius to move.

Lucius' cock was exactly right, it was just perfect. Harry cried out as Lucius slid in and out, quickly moving to deep and hard thrusts. Harry scratched at Lucius' shoulders, head tossed back as his body was assaulted. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before and it wouldn't take long for him to come, he knew.

Lucius felt the same way and wrapped one hand around Harry's cock, tugging quickly. Harry turned and Lucius caught his lips in a searing kiss.

Their bodies were overloading, not able to cope with that amount of pleasure. Lucius kissed his way down Harry's neck and sank his teeth into the Mark.

It was like a trigger, making them both explode. Their bodies seemed to sear and sizzle, muscles twisting and aching, pleasure thrashing through their bodies and making them scream. Magic, both veela and wizard, exploded around them, cracks appearing in the walls and threatening to make the bed break.

Lucius spilled into Harry in thick threads, coating the teenager's insides. It just made Harry cry out more, own come leaking across his stomach. They shuddered together, panting heavily and groaning.

Lucius' veela roared and Harry's mewled as they pressed against each other.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke again and it was later, close to midday. His body still felt good but there was an edge to it, a kind of lethargy that he'd grown used to after sex. He sat up and groaned; he'd fallen asleep against Lucius, limbs tangled with the blonde's own. Lucius was already awake and looked at Harry with sated eyes.

'What the hell was that?' Harry asked.

'We had sex,' Lucius smirked. 'Was it as good for you as it was for me?'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Be serious.'

'I am,' Lucius said. 'We had sex. It was just more intense because our bond is complete.'

'More intense?' Harry said. 'Fuck, I felt like I was going to explode.'

'You did,' Lucius said and trailed his fingers up Harry's sticky stomach.

Harry shivered. 'Stop that.'

'Stop what?' Lucius asked innocently.

'We can't stay in here forever.'

'Why not?'

'We have... um... classes.'

'It's December 18th, everyone's left already,' Lucius said.

'Really?' Harry said. 'So we've been in here...'

'Nine days,' Lucius answered.

'Merlin, nine days shagging,' Harry said and flopped back onto the bed. 'Must be a record.'

'Most likely, veelas usually leave after seven,' Lucius said. 'Harry, it's been the best nine days of my life.'

Harry grinned and said, 'Mine too, Lucius. I can't believe... fuck, was that good.'

Lucius chuckled. 'Naturally I'm fantastic in bed,' he drawled.

'Shut up,' Harry said and swatted him. Bad idea because Lucius grabbed his wrist and tugged him closer. 'Lucius,' he whined as the blonde licked his neck.

'Mm?'

'Shower.'

'No.'

'Breakfast?' Harry tried.

'No,' Lucius repeated.

Harry paused before saying, 'Sex?'

Lucius grinned. 'Oh yes.'

 

{oOo}

 

When they finally left the bedroom after showering (Harry had to stop Lucius jumping him again) and changing, they made their way out to the sitting room. The entire place smelled heavily of sex and magic and Harry and Lucius both had to cast a few spells to clean the air.

It was lunch time and though they wanted to spend more time alone, both wanted to see Draco and the others. So they made their way through the empty castle, fingers threaded together and bodies close.

They entered the Great Hall and found that all the tables had been moved to one side and replaced with a single one in the centre of the Hall. Most of the teachers were seated, as well as five students that were staying for the holidays. Ron, Hermione and Draco were all there, Draco waiting on his dad and Harry. Ron and Hermione would be heading to the Burrow later that afternoon.

All eyes turned to them and quite a number of people grinned. Harry knew he looked thoroughly debauched; his hair was a mess, even more so then usual, and he had at least ten hickies visible as well as his Mark, which had a number of teeth marks around it. Lucius looked smug as hell as he led Harry to the table.

Lucius sat between Severus and Hermione and dragged Harry onto his lap.

'Protest all you want,' the blonde said, 'I'm not letting you leave my arms.'

Harry huffed but snuggled into Lucius' warmth. Severus rolled his eyes and Draco grinned.

Lunch was hard and not just because he was sitting on Lucius' lap. Harry's heightened senses assualted him. He could smell each and every food and each and every person and it made his head spin.

Hermione smelled like books, knowledge, and woman. Harry couldn't explain it but she did. Ron was like fresh-cut grass and something tangier, vinegar or something. Draco was fresh baked cookies (a bit like his dad there) and pickles as well as something that Harry interpreted as adorableness and love.

Severus was a mixture of things; dittiny and pepper, roast chicken and intelligence. He, Hermione and Ron all smelled friendly, like Harry was being told to trust them by his nose.

'Strange, isn't it?' Lucius murmured as he ate his sandwhich.

Harry nodded. 'It's so powerful.'

'What is?' Hermione asked.

'Your smell,' Harry said. Hermione's eyebrows went up before realisation went through her.

'Oh, you can smell our scents now because you completed the bond,' she said knowingly.

Harry smiled as Draco asked, 'What do I smell like?'

'Cookies and innocence,' Lucius answered.

Draco frowned. 'That's no fun.'

'What, you want to smell like danger?' Harry asked.

Draco pouted and Harry immediately tried to get up. He wanted to hug the teenager, smooth his hair back, and pile his plate high with food. Lucius pulled him down and said, 'Easy, you'll embarrass him.'

Harry scowled but said, 'Draco, eat more.'

'I had two sandwiches,' Draco said. Harry's face made it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Sighing, Draco grabbed another roast beef sandwhich and some wedges. Harry leaned across the table and poured him more pumpkin juice.

'Did you go to all your classes?' Harry asked.

'Of course I did,' Draco said.

'And no one was mean to you?'

Draco frowned. 'No.'

'How have you been?' Harry demanded. 'Everyone's treating you right, yes? And you're not cold, are you? You should always take a jumper, even if it doesn't look like it'll be cold, especially in winter. Are you sleeping enough? Blaise hasn't been a prick has he? If he has I swear to Merlin-'

Lucius cut him off with a kiss and Harry melted into it, arms winding around Lucius' neck. He completely forgot his rant, and everything else, as he moaned against his mate.

'Dear Gods,' Severus groaned and Lucius broke the kiss.

'Sorry,' Lucius said to his mate, 'but I had to stop you.'

Harry blinked at him, in a daze, and Lucius went back to his lunch. When Harry could think clearly he blushed. Hermione and Albus were grinning at him, as well as most of the witches. Ron was pointedly looking elsewhere and Draco and Severus were smirking.

'Um...' Harry mumbled before cramming his mouth full of crisps. Hermione smiled at him beore reaching for her goblet. She knocked it over and Harry's hand shot out, steadying it before a drop of juice could be spilt. There were gasps from all around the table and Harry said, 'What?'

'How did you do that?' Hermione asked.

'Do what?'

'You moved so fast,' Ron said, eyes wide.

'I did?' Harry frowned. 'Um...'

'You're a veela now,' Lucius reminded him. 'Your senses are heightened; smell, eyesight, reflexes, hearing, taste, touch.'

'Oh,' Harry said, 'but I still have to wear glasses.'

'There's only so much veela magic can do,' Lucius said. 'Your eyesight is atrocious.'

'Bastard,' Harry said and started pouting.

Lucius' veela whined and he wrapped his arms around Harry, nuzzling his mate's neck. He didn't want Harry to be sad, or angry, Harry couldn't be angry! He nipped and kissed Harry's neck until the teenager melted. Only when Harry smiled at him did Lucius go back to his meal.

'You're disgusting,' Severus commented.

'And you are jealous,' Lucius replied.

Severus snorted.

'Damn it,' Draco groaned suddenly.

'What?' Harry practically shouted, protectiveness searing through him. He leapt off Lucius' lap but Lucius held onto him firmly.

'Now I'll never beat you at Quidditch,' Draco said.

Harry blinked. 'Is that all?' he said and sighed in relief, sitting back down. 'Merlin, you worried me.'

'Mummy Malfoy,' Severus commented and the table burst into laughter.

Lucius scowled at them but Harry grinned, proud that others saw how much he cared about Draco. He'd been worried about him and protective before but it was something else now. If anyone tried to harm his kit Harry would kill them.

Draco smiled too and ate happily, even though he'd never win at Quidditch again.

Slowly people began to trickle away, leaving Harry and Lucius alone with Draco, Severus, Hermione, Ron and Albus. The Headmaster's eyes were twinkling like mad, Severus looked like he'd swallowed an onion, Draco was trying to eat the fourth sandwich Harry had slid onto his plate, Hermione was asking questions, and Ron was reading a Quidditch magazine.

'So how are you?' Hermione asked now that they were in the company of friends.

'Good,' Harry grinned and leaned back into his mate. 'Great, actually. Fantastic.'

'We get the point,' Severus drawled.

Harry ignored him.

'Did you really... you know, for the whole nine days?' Hermione whispered, low enough so that only Harry and Lucius could hear her.

Harry smiled. 'Yep.'

'Merlin.'

'He's amazing,' Harry grinned wickedly. Lucius chuckled and Hermione blushed a vivid red, turning away and fanning herself.

Hermione busied herself with a book she'd brought, trying to stave off the images of Harry and Lucius together. Albus leaned forward over his treacle tart and said, 'Lucius, when are you and your family planning to go to Malfoy Manor?'

'Tonight,' Lucius said. His chin was resting on Harry's shoulder and Harry giggled as Lucius tickled him with his nose. Lucius smiled and said, 'Around six or seven if Draco and Severus are ready.'

'All my stuff's at home,' Draco said.

'Mine too,' Severus added.

'Tonight then,' Lucius said.

'Hermione, Ron, are you two still coming on the 26th?' Harry asked.

'Mum and Dad said it's okay, as long as I spend Christmas day with them,' Hermione said.

'I'm coming, the twins, Bill and Fleur too,' Ron said. 'Dad wants to but he's still not sure yet.'

'That's fine, as long as you come,' Harry said before glancing at Albus.

'I'll be there, my boy, Hagrid too.'

'Sirius and Remus wrote to say they'd come over Christmas day if they're allowed,' Hermione said.

Harry pulled back to glance at his mate.

'They're more than welcome,' Lucius told him.

Harry grinned. 'Excellent. I'll write them now. Anyone have a quill?'

Hermione, of course, had everything. She still carried around the bag with the extensive charm on it, meaning she could carry as much stuff as she wanted. She dug around and handed Harry a quill, ink, and parchment.

'Got an owl in there?' Harry joked.

Hermione chuckled and placed her bag on the table. She leaned her head against Harry's shoulder and it was fine until Lucius noticed.

He growled threateningly and tugged Harry away, wrapping his arms around the teen posessively. Harry turned to kiss his mate quickly, Lucius sidetracked from thoughts of revenge by Harry's delicious lips.

'Oh Gods, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think,' Hermione gushed as she scooted away.

'It's fine,' Harry said when he and Lucius broke apart.

'Don't do it again,' Lucius scowled.

'They'll be very posessive of each other,' Severus said, 'it would be best to keep away for a few weeks.'

'Or years,' Lucius sniffed and pressed his face into Harry's neck.

'Lucius, stop, that tickles!' Harry giggled and tried to pull away.

All tension melted and the gathered group smiled at the happy couple.

 

{oOo}

 

It became apparent that the bond had affected a lot of things when Harry summoned a book. The thing shot towards him and hit him in the gut, making Harry stumble. Lucius caught him and Harry winced, rubbing his stomach.

'What the hell was that?' the teen demanded.

'You used your wand, the spell was too powerful,' Lucius said. 'Try using wandless magic and think the spell.'

Harry did and the book jumped into his hand. 'Salazar,' Harry muttered, a habit he'd picked up from Lucius, who was always using the Founder's name as an exclamation. 'That's so cool.'

Lucius chuckled. 'You're more powerful now, Harry, you have veela magic.'

'What else can I do?'

'Spells are easier, you can use wandless magic for almost anything except the Unforgivable Curses,' Lucius said. 'You can control an element-'

'WHAT?'

Lucius winced. 'Harry, my hearing is better then it was before, please don't shout.'

'Sorry, sorry,' the teen apologised. 'What the hell do you mean I can control an element?'

'How many of those veela books did you read?'

'Um... I stopped reading after the sex parts.'

Luicus chuckled and drew Harry across the sitting room. They had been doing their last minute packing when the book had tried to kill Harry and Lucius sat them on the sofa.

'Every veela has control over an element; fire, water, air or earth.'

'Right,' Harry said, 'how do I know which one?'

'It'll come to you soon enough; you'll start to show an affinity for one element.'

'So cool.'

Lucius chuckled and kissed him softly.

'So, what will I be able to do?'

'If it's fire, you'll be able to control and create it, as well as the temperature. If you get mad the temperature will increase so you'll have to learn to control it. Things will also burst into flames.'

'That's dangerous.'

'I'll help you control it, you'll be fine,' Lucius said. 'Water is the same thing; control, creation, and the temperature will plumate if you get mad.

'Air you can create and control fierce winds that will morph if you lose your temper. That would help in Quidditch; you could simply whip up a wind and have the snitch come straight to you.'

'That would be cheating.'

'And?' Lucius asked, eyebrow raised.

Harry shook his head. 'Slytherin through and through,' he smiled. 'What about earth?'

'You will be able to control and manipulate the earth, which includes trees and other plants. Roots will spring up out of the ground if you get angry.'

'Where did you learn all this?' Harry asked.

'Research,' Lucius said. 'I'm a veela from my mother's side and my father hated it. He was furious when I came of age and proved to be a veela.'

'I'm sorry.'

'It's in the past,' Lucius said, playing with Harry's hair.

'So you'll get an element too?' Lucius nodded. 'I wonder if we'll control the same element.'

'It could happen,' Lucius said, 'but most likely we'll have control over seperate elements.'

'I can't wait.'

'Patience, my love.'

'Patience sucks.'

Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Everything was packed and Harry, Lucius, Draco and Severus stood in their quarters. They'd said their goodbyes and Lucius took the floo pot. 'Everyone remember what to say?'

'Yes, Lucius, I remember,' Harry grumbled. Of course Draco knew how to get home and Severus had visited the Manor for years. Harry knew Lucius was just checking to make sure he knew where to go.

'My apologies,' Lucius smiled and took a fist full. 'I'll go through first.' He passed the pot to Harry and threw the powder into the flames. They turned green and Lucius stepped in. 'Malfoy Manor, foyer!' He disappeared in a swirl of flames.

It was Harry's turn and he wasn't looking forward to it. He hated all forms of travel that weren't broom. Harry threw his powder down and repeated what Lucius had said. He was sucked through a burning hot tube, twisting and turning, before suddenly being thrust out into light.

Harry was caught by strong arms and groaned, stomach feeling quesy. 'Are you okay?' Lucius asked as he righted the teenager.

'Fine, I just hate flooing,' Harry said.

Lucius tutted at his state and waved his hand. The soot covering Harry disappeared and the teenager thanked him with a kiss.

The hearth turned green again and Severus stepped out. 'Circe, don't you two ever stop?'

They broke apart, Harry blushing, as Draco appeared from the fire. Dobby and Griffy popped into view and Lucius said, 'Dinner will be at seven, whatever you've whipped up will be perfect.'

'Welcomes home, Masters,' Dobby and Griffy both said. They bowed before disapparating.

'I'm going to go put my things away,' Draco said and disappeared.

'Me too,' Severus said. 'You two behave.' He smirked at Harry's blush and left the couple alone.

'So...' Lucius said, hand drifting to touch Harry's arse.

'You never stop,' Harry grinned before leaping onto his mate. He wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck, legs around his waist, and Lucius apparated them to the bedroom with a crack.

 

{oOo}

 

They didn't reappear until dinner, both looking thoroughly shagged. Harry's hair was sticking up wildly and he had two fresh hickies on his neck. Lucius was his usual smooth self, apart from the red and swollen lips.

Draco grimaced and Severus rolled his eyes. Lucius sat at the head of the table and managed to let Harry sit beisde him. Draco was on the left, Severus the right.

Their food appeared on the table; turkey, roast beef, baked and mashed potatoes, cooked vegetables and salad. Harry tucked in quickly, feeling ravenous.

They ate mostly in silence, the odd conversation starting. By the time dessert was finished, a lovely raspberry cheesecake with cookies and cream ice-cream that Harry practically inhaled, everyone was feeling full and warm.

Lucius, Severus and Draco were all drinking wine, Harry butterbeer, and the two teenagers let the adults' conversation wash over them.

Harry felt Lucius tense, Severus yet again teasing him and Harry. Lucius snarled at the potions master, who flicked him off.

Suddenly storm clouds swirled into view above them and broke out, thunder crackling as rain poured onto them. Harry, Draco and Severus all shouted and jumped to their feet, soaked in seconds. Rain splattered against everything, water dripping off the table and sloshing around their feet.

Lucius blinked, staring at Severus before looking around. He was completely dry, the water sliding off his skin like he repelled it.

'LUCIUS, STOP IT!' Severus roared.

As quickly as the rain had started it stopped, the clouds disappearing in an invisible wind. Harry and the others were dripping wet, hair clinging to their faces and clothes hugging their frames.

'Well, Father,' Draco said as he pushed wet hair from his forehead, 'it seems we know what element you can control.'

Lucius grinned. He was the only person not wet and Harry shook his head, showering them all (except Lucius) in water.

'As long as you don't drown us, I'm fine,' Harry said.

"You don't have to teach me how to swim now," Lucius said silently.

His voice was clearer then it had been before and Harry grinned. "Why?" he asked.

"I can't drown in my element, Harry," Lucius tisked.

"So you can swim now?"

"Swim in water, walk on it, control it, whatever I want."

"Awesome."

Lucius chuckled and picked up his goblet. The water melted right off it, splashing onto the drenched table.

'Care to clean this up?' Severus asked, gesturing around the room.

'I can try,' Lucius said and screwed up his face in concentration. The water all joined together, forming a massive blob. Lucius stood and walked it out, flicking his hand at a window and opening it. He sent the water out and it splashed across the ground. 'That was fun,' he said when he'd joined the others.

'I'm still wet,' Harry pouted, gesturing at his damp clothes. A fierce wind knocked them all from their chairs. Harry was lifted into the air, clothes quickly dried. His hair stuck up wildly as he was lowered to his feet, the wind disappearing.

Lucius, Draco and Severus got up, the blonde teenager groaning. 'Bloody hell, a little warning!' he snapped.

'What just happened?' Harry asked.

'Air, your element is air,' Lucius said, smoothing down his hair and robes.

Harry grinned and a light wind ruffled his hair. 'Wicked.'

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius gave Harry a tour of the grounds the next day... well most of the grounds, because the Manor was quite large and it would take days to explore the forest that circled the back of the building, inlcuding the lakes, the river, the Quidditch pitch, the manicured lawns and eating areas and back veranda and... Harry stopped listening there.

He and Lucius enjoyed a nice quiet walk; just chatting, and kissing, and a quick shag on a marble bench before rearranging their clothes and walking back to the house.

Harry looked up at it; the building really was beautiful. It was all dark and made of wood and stone, with a large roof and windows everywhere trimmed in white paint.

The veranda, which wrapped around the back of the house and the right side, was made of dark wood varnished to perfection with a low railing. There was an awning coming off the right side and partly down the back, surrounded with tall green trees and gardens that were bursting with bushes and flowers.

That area was enclosed with Slytherin-green coverings that could be pulled down and there was a fireplace inside so it could be used in winter. There were also tables and chairs, all spelled to withstand the weather, as well as a pool table.

Next to the awning part of the verenda, and through two doors, was an indoor swimming pool that Harry had yet to see. Lucius had said he didn't go in there much because he couldn't swim but he'd have to take Harry now that he could.

Peacocks strutted around the snow-covered grounds as well as a number of brightly coloured birds and other scampering animals.

Lucius had said there were something like thirty or more bedrooms, more bathrooms, at least seven dinning rooms, two ballrooms, five recreational rooms, two libraries, three studies, and a number of other rooms Lucius had never visited. The house was huge, the grounds beautiful, and Harry was looking forward to living there and raising a family.

'You already live here, Harry,' Lucius reminded him when Harry said that.

Harry grinned stupidly.

It wasn't too cold so they had lunch on the back deck, the covered part, as Harry learned that they referred to the open part as the verenda. It was warm inside, a bright fire keeping them toasty. The place was beautiful, the coverings slightly open to show them the snow-covered landscape, spells keeping the cold out. A large circular table sat to the right, the pool table to the left, and Draco and Severus were already seated.

'Enjoy your stoll?' Severus said, smirking at them knowingly as food popped onto the table.

'Yes, we did,' Lucius said, watching as Harry placed four rolls on his plate, six on Draco's. 'Harry's very felxible.'

Draco choked on his roll and Severus had to pat his back. Lucius smirked until a ham, pickle, and chilli sauce roll was shoved into his mouth.

'If you're going to tease Severus you can at least eat,' Harry said and scowled until Lucius took a bite.

Satisfied that the two men in his life were eating, Harry started on his own lunch.

They ate in silence for a few minutes until Severus said, 'Lucius, do you remember that Yule we spent here?'

Lucius sipped his pumpkin juice. 'My sixth year?' The other Slytherin nodded. 'I remember it, why?'

'I thought I saw a wolf in the snow when I was picking potions ingredients,' Severus said.

'Ah, yes, over by Theodore Lake behind the south-west trees,' Lucius nodded. 'I remember my father shouting at you for being an idiot.'

Severus snorted. 'Your father wouldn't have known a wolf if it bit him on the arse.'

'True,' Lucius nodded. 'Why are you bringing that up?'

'I just remember it, it was the first Christmas I actually enjoyed,' Severus said. His voice got a little hard at the end and Harry's eyes softened. He knew what Severus' home life had been like as a child, they all did. Sev had been no better off then Harry.

'Let's talk about good things,' Harry said. 'Like did you two ever hook up?'

Draco was choking again and Severus raised an eyebrow as he patted his godson on the back.

'Excuse me?' Lucius asked.

Harry grinned. 'I know you've been with other men,' he said pointedly, 'and I feel that Sev isn't one hundred percent straight.'

'Merlin, my ears!' Draco gasped.

'So I need to know if I have to kill Severus for touching you innapropriately,' Harry said and looked between the two men.

They both snorted, though Severus inched away from the teenager.

'No, Harry, we've always just been friends,' Lucius said and threaded his fingers through Harry's. 'Nothing has ever happened between us.'

'Lucius was a dog in school and I have taste,' Severus said.

Harry growled at him but Lucius chuckled.

'It's true, my love,' Lucius said. 'When I hit puberty... well... I couldn't keep my snake in it's cage, so to speak.'

'Shut up!' Draco shouted. 'Please, shut up, you don't hear me yapping about my sex life!'

'What sex life?' Severus asked.

Draco glowered at him. 'I could ask you the same thing.'

Harry and Lucius snickered at the afronted look on the potion master's face.

'You've never had a girlfriend?' Harry asked Draco. 'Or boyfriend?'

Draco glared at him for bringing this up in front of his father and godfather. But he said, 'No, I haven't.'

'Why?' Harry asked.

Draco sighed. 'I want to find my mate, I don't want to settle for anything other then him or her.'

He glanced at his father, who nodded in approval.

'What about Pansy Parkinson?' Harry asked. 'You two always seemed close.'

Draco snorted. 'Pansy? Gods, no. She's always wanted me for my money.'

'Vile little girl,' Lucius sniffed.

'I agree there,' Severus said.

'No, I haven't been with anyone...' Draco said, trailing off. Harry knew he was thinking about his mate, whoever that may be. He hoped Draco found him or her soon.

'Okay, let's move on,' Harry said. 'How about we talk about that wolf-'

The chair beneath the teenager broke and Lucius jumped to his feet. Instead of Harry, there was a large black wolf with bright green eyes. It was a massive creature with a curled tale that flicked between it's hind legs as it stood.

Severus and Draco backed away quickly and Lucius tilted his head.

'Harry?'

Suddenly the wolf was gone, replaced by the Gryffindor again. Harry was sitting on his arse, clothes dishevelled and glasses askew. 'What just happened?' he asked.

'I think you transformed into a wolf,' Severus said.

'I did what?'

'You found your Animagus form,' Severus said, eyeing the teenager with great respect.

Harry frowned. 'How can I just turn into a wolf-'

He transformed again, the jet-black wolf staring at them all. Lucius smiled and said, 'Harry.'

The teenager was back and he scowled. 'How can I just do that? Doesn't it take years of training and meditation and... stuff?'

'Harry, you're a veela, you seem to forget that you have more magic,' Lucius said. 'You're stronger now and more in-tune with your body and magic. Not much is hard for you anymore.'

'Could have used this when fighting Voldemort,' Harry snorted. 'So what, I can just turn into a wolf-'

Lucius sighed as wolf-Harry once more stared up at him. 'Harry, please.'

Harry cursed as he came back to himself and stood. 'Okay, no saying the W word, because apparently my magic takes that to mean 'Hey, Harry, change into a wolf'-'

Wolf-Harry seemed to be scowling and Severus grinned as the creature growled. 'Harry,' he said.

Harry was back and he swore loudly. 'I have got to stop doing that.'

'I think you look breathtaking,' Lucius commented.

'Only you would be attracted to a wolf,' Severus teased.

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'I'm attracted to Harry, whatever form he takes, wolf-'

Lucius was gone, a large white wolf in his place. His eyes were still pale grey and his ears flicked back, nose moving as he scented the air.

'That is so cool,' Harry grinned, eyeing his mate. 'You're a W too.'

'Lucius, come back,' Severus said.

The wolf transformed and Lucius stumbled as he tried to stand on two legs. 'What just happened?' he asked.

'That's what I said!' Harry commented.

'You're a wolf Animagus too,' Severus mused. 'I've never seen two people reach a full transformation so quickly.'

'It's 'cause we're so powerful and awesome,' Harry grinned.

Lucius chuckled. 'So I'm a wolf-'

He transformed and Harry grinned. He leaned forward and Lucius pushed into him, nuzzling into Harry's chest and making the Gryffindor giggle. He ran his fingers through Lucius' fur.

'Oh, you're so soft.'

Lucius licked his hand.

'Lucius!' the potions master scolded.

Lucius was back and he righted his robes. 'So, we must control that so we can say the W word.'

'Moony and Padfoot aren't going to believe this,' Harry said. 'It took Siri years to learn to transform. Being a veela is awesome.'

'I know it is,' Lucius grinned and tugged his mate close for a kiss.

Draco had remained silent throughout the entire thing but suddenly he exploded. 'THAT WAS SO COOL, DO YOU THINK I'LL BE ABLE TO DO THAT WHEN I BOND WITH MY MATE? THAT WAS AWESOME, DO IT AGAIN!'

Harry and Lucius glanced at each other before both saying, 'Wolf.'

They transformed and Harry strutted around Lucius, tail down, his dominant mate eying him with great interest.

"Can you hear me?" Harry asked silently.

"Yes," Lucius answered.

"This is awesome, I didn't think I'd ever be an Animagus."

"If you'd read those veela books completely you'd know that this could happen," Lucius said. "The trick is learning to control it."

Harry nuzzled into Lucius' chest. His mate was bigger then him and stood at least two feet taller. He wrapped his head around Harry's neck and breathed in deeply.

Their scents were must stronger in this form and both keened at each other. Harry dropped and rolled, showing his stomach and submission to his mate. Lucius growled in approval.

Suddenly they were both human again and Harry scrambled to his feet.

'And we'll be off,' Lucius grinned before he and Harry disapparated.

'Urgh, they're disgusting,' Draco complained as he fell into his seat.

'I agree,' Severus said.

'That was cool, though,' Draco grinned and munched on his roll. 'I hope I can do that.'

'You will, I'm sure of it,' Severus told him. 'I was waiting for it to happen, I didn't think they'd both be wolves.'

'Mm, I wonder what I'll be,' Draco mused before he was lost in thought.

{oOo}

'It's so weird,' Harry said. He and Lucius were lying in bed together, tangled in the sheets naked. Harry had his head resting on Lucius' chest, the blonde stroking a hand through his hair.

'If you'd read-'

'The veela books, I know,' Harry grumbled, cutting him off. 'Suppose I should, don't want any more surprises.'

Lucius chuckled.

'Why wol... erm, W's, though?' Harry asked.

'Family,' Lucius replied. 'You hold family above all else. You are brave, loyal, cunning, like a wo- W. It suits you.'

'What about you?'

'I'm whatever you need me to be,' Lucius said, 'and I'm all the things I just listed.'

'Mm,' Harry murmured. 'Still strange.'

'W's are mysterious.'

'I can't wait to see Sirius' and Remus' faces.'

Lucius chuckled.

Chapter 27: Yule

Harry and Lucius managed to get control of their new gifts early on. There was still a few mishaps, like when Lucius nearly drowned his mate in the shower, and when Harry sent Severus flying across the grounds after the professor annoyed him. As long as they didn't get too angry or too passionate they were safe.

Sex had taken on a new twist. Not only was it far better then it had been before, their elements always decided to make an appearence. When Lucius climaxed, Harry often found the room filled with water, the two swimming laps before Lucius got rid of it. When Harry was close to coming, a fierce wind would push Lucius harder, stronger, and would swirl around them, lulling them to sleep.

They managed to get their wolf forms under control... sort of. When one of them was feeling particularly emotional they'd transform and the other would follow. After that there was a lot of nipping and growling, a lot of chasing and rolling. Usually followed by them transforming back to themselves and shagging like rabbits.

It was pretty fun, really.

As pure-bloods, Lucius and Draco celebrated Yule. They were Pagans but not strictly so, they only followed some of the customs, all to do with Christmas.

Every night leading up to Christmas they heaped wood up in the Manor grounds, Draco and Lucius both lighting it with magic. They'd stand around the bonfire and think about their year, celebrating new life and the sun and the many gods that littered Pagan history.

The Manor was decorated in colourful paper; red, green, gold, white, silver, yellow, and orange were the colours. There were bubbles that floated above them in some rooms and confetti rained down whenever you walked through a certain doorway, disappearing when you were gone. Sparkly lights, that Harry were sure where faeries, twinkled overhead every time they ate dinner or retired to the study for drinks.

Incense was burned in the sitting room, study, and bedrooms; pine, cedar and cinnamon were the ones that Harry could identify. Lucius would put the sticks into little holders and light them with a hand wave, thick smoke spiralling out to fill the room.

There were a few symbols Harry began to grow accustomed to over the days leading up to Christmas... er, Yule. Mistletoe was a familiar one, the small plant hung in doorways. Severus and Harry accidently stepped under one and Severus found himself drenched by a very angry veela after pecking a blushing Harry on the cheek.

Long gold candles were left around the place lit, surrounded by magic to make sure they didn't set anything on fire. Baskets of clove and various fruits were placed on each and every table and wreaths and holly adorned many doorknobs and windows.

Harry was made to sit down and write a letter that would be burned at the bonfire on Yule night. It was a mix of Malfoy and Yule tradition; you planned for the future, as Yule symbolised rebirth, and the Malfoys had always written letters to themselves wishing for a happy year.

Harry found it odd that the Malfoys were so symbolic and into their faiths; it was nice though and Harry loved Yule, even more then Christmas, so sat down and penned himself a note;

- Protect Lucius and Draco

- Protect my friends and family

- Make sure Draco stays safe

- Make Lucius do that thing with his tongue every time

- Celebrate big; birthdays, graduations, anything, just have a party

- Have sex with Lucius at least once a week

- Marry Lucius before next Christmas Yule

- Get Lucius under some mistletoe

- Learn what that incense is that Severus burns in his room

- Talk about marriage and babies with Lucius

- Make Lucius proud

Harry rolled up the note to himself, which had more become a list of things to do over the following year, and stuck it into the desk in his and Lucius' room where it would stay until Yule night.

Harry and Lucius busied themselves in the kitchen, another thing Harry hadn't thought Lucius would ever do, and rubbed Yule herbs into meat that would be thrown into the bonfire on Yule as an offering to the gods. They used evergreen, mistletoe, oak, pine and sage, as well as herbs Harry had never heard of like bayberry, blessed thistle, frankinscense holly, and yellow ceder.

The couple had a lot of fun, giggling with each other and throwing herbs. Severus and Draco joined them to make a few things before disappearing, Severus saying they were disgusting. Harry was too happy to care.

Harry learned that there were a lot of stones that went with Yule; rubies, bloodstones, garnets, emeralds, and diamonds. They had to wear one of the stones every day in the week leading up to Yule (another Malfoy tradition). Harry either had a leather necklace around his neck or a few chords wrapped around his wrists, each with a beautiful stone. Lucius liked the emeralds Harry wore, all bright green and wrapped in light leather. Harry decided he would wear them more often, but only if Lucius wore the diamonds.

Severus asked if they were going to go wassailing (Draco explained to Harry that it was caroling) and the teenager grinned when Lucius scowled and snapped that he would never go caroling. They all enjoyed the imagery of Lucius Malfoy knocking on someone's door and bursting into song. Lucius nearly drowned them all.

A lot of spells were cast during the week, ones of peace, harmony, love and increased happiness. Harry did his part by shouting that he loved Lucius whenever they had sex. Lucius pointed out that that didn't count. Harry continued to do it anyway.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke Christmas morning to Lucius kissing him. They'd enjoyed a nice romp the night before, like they did most nights, and Harry grinned and stretched.

'Morning, love,' Lucius said. 'Merry Christmas and happy Yule.'

'Merry Christmas and happy Yule to you too,' Harry said and kissed him back.

They stayed in their pyjamas and threw on their robes. Snow was falling outside the windows, blanketing the Manor and its grounds in white. Harry and Lucius found Draco already sitting by the tree, bouncing in excitement. Harry grinned and kissed the top of Draco's head.

'Merry Christmas.'

'Happy Yule,' Draco replied. 'Presents now?'

'We have to wait for Sirius and Remy,' Harry said, checking his watch. 'They should be here in an hour.'

Draco whined and Lucius said, 'I'll go get Sev up.'

A few minutes later there was a bellow and Lucius walked in cackling. Severus followed behind, dripping wet and fuming.

'You utter prick,' Severus scowled, pushing wet locks from his eyes.

'You wouldn't get up,' Lucius said and sat on the sofa.

'You're a bastard,' Harry said and his mate grinned. Tutting, Harry looked at Severus. A soft, warm wind surrounded the potions master and dried him quickly.

'Thank you, Harry,' Severus said and disappeared to change. Severus Snape would never sit with a group of people in his pyjamas, no matter how much he liked them.

Draco was itching to open his presents, and there were a fair few under the tree, but every time he inched closer Harry would flick him back with a sharp wind. Draco pouted and folded his arms and it took all of Harry's self control not to give in and let Draco have his way.

At nine Dobby appeared to say there were two men at the gates, shivering violently. Lucius cursed when he realised he hadn't changed the wards to let them in. He and Harry hurried outside and came back with Sirius, Remus and little Teddy Lupin, the two men staring at Lucius in his black silk pyjamas.

'Draco, you can open your presents now,' Harry said as he cuddled his godson close.

'Thank you!' Draco shouted and started tearing into them.

They all exchanged gifts, Harry sitting beside Lucius so the man could open his presents. Harry got a thick book on the Veela Nation from Hermione with instructions to read it properly and not just skip to the better bits. From Ron he got chocolates and Quidditch magazines. Fred and George gave him a box of Weasleys products as well as a book on sex for gay couples. Harry blushed furiously and shoved that between the sofa cushions.

From Severus he got a photo album with pictures of Lily when she was a child. Harry leapt to his feet and hugged the potions master, only to be yanked back by his scowling mate.

Sirius gave Harry a new watch, the same one he'd got from James' parents when he'd turned seventeen. Harry grinned and went to hug him but stopped when Lucius glared. He settled for saying thank you.

Remus' gift was a dozen bottles of butterbeer as well as an animated toy; a dementor revolved around a wooden base being chased by a stag patronus. Harry remembered Remus teaching him how to cast a patronus and was close to tears before managing to choke out a thank you.

Draco got him a heap of clothes; shirts and trousers and a little note that said his father would love the underwear. Harry was mortified that Draco had bought him underwear.

One of the best gifts of all was the one from Lucius; a glass orb filled with white smoke. Harry just had to concentrate and touch it and he could see whatever he wanted; him and Lucius having sex, eating lunch in the Great Hall, Quidditch. Harry thanked Lucius with a long and passionate kiss that only stopped when Draco chucked a chocolate frog at him.

Lucius nearly cried when he unwrapped Harry's gift. It was an assortment of things, all placed in a beautifully carved mahogony box. There were two little booklets that they each kept; Lucius just had to write a sentence down and Harry would get it. They could write dirty notes to each other in class. Sirius and Draco both clapped their hands over their ears when Harry said that and the couple grinned.

There was a bracelet with a snake and lion twirled around each other, the snake's eyes changing colour based on Lucius' mood, and the lion's changing colour based on Harry's.

There was a crate of pickles that had been magiced down to fit in the box but Harry assured his mate there were about fifty jars in there.

The final gift was a photo album that Harry, Draco, Severus, Sirius and Remus had all helped create. It was filled with pictures of Lucius and Harry as babies, as well as Draco, pictures of Lucius and Severus in their younger years, and finally pictures of Harry and Lucius together.

Another long snog was in order, Lucius vowing they would take more pictures together. Harry agreed and suddenly Lucius apparated them to their bedroom.

 

{oOo}

 

When they rejoined the others, Harry apologising and Lucius smirking, Draco was starting on his last gift, the one from Harry and his dad. He peeled the wrapping away and opened the box, frowning as he reached inside.

He pulled out a broomstick, standing so he could see it properly. The Slytherin's mouth fell open when he saw it.

'Merlin,' he gaped, 'this is... this is...'

It was the Firebolt Two, made of a wood and ash handle like the first. It was dipped more in the middle and had charms on it to make it more comfortable. Not a twig was out of place and the wooden handle was polished to perfection. Green letters blazed at the tip; Firebolt Two, Model 01.

Draco's mouth fell open. 'This... this...'

'The Firebolt Two, the very first one made for mass production,' Harry grinned. 'I had to throw my name about to get it but I think it was worth it.'

'Do you like it, Kit?' Lucius asked. 'We could take it ba- oof!' Draco had tackled his father and hugged him tightly.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you!'

Lucius chuckled. 'It was Harry's idea.'

Draco drew back to look at the Gryffindor. 'Really?'

Harry nodded. 'I know I said you shouldn't want the Firebolt Two just because it's new but... I did a bit of thinking and realised your Nimbus 2001 was pretty old; you got it when you were twelve, that was six years ago. It got destroyed and you've been using your spare Nimbus 2000 without complaint.

'You didn't argue when your father said no, you accepted his decision like an adult,' Harry continued. 'I thought that showed great maturity and... it's Christmas, I thought you deserved something you really wanted.' He grinned suddenly. 'Plus now you might just have a chance at beating me in Quidditch.'

Draco grinned from ear-to-ear and hugged Harry too. 'Thank you so much, Harry, really. This is an awesome present.'

'Shut up and go for a fly, I know you're dying to.'

Draco nodded quickly, hugged them both again, and took off.

'Wear a jacket!' Harry shouted after him.

The collected group chuckled.

'I feel like a parent, watching Draco do that,' Harry said.

'You are a parent,' Lucius reminded him and wrapped his arms around the teenager's waist. 'That was a lovely thing to do for Draco, I know how you feel about over buying.'

Harry shrugged. 'You were right; his broom was old, he needed a new one.' He paused. 'Besides, no kit of mine should be flying around on an out-of-date broom.'

Lucius chuckled and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. 'We'll make a Malfoy out of you yet.'

'Wait, does that make Draco my grandson?' Sirius asked.

'I suppose so,' Harry said.

Sirius grinned. 'Excellent, I get to clip him over the ear.'

'You will not,' Harry scowled, eyes darkening in anger.

'Calm down, love,' Lucius said and shoved a box of chocolates into his hands. 'Mm, chocolate.'

Harry was a sucker for chocolate.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry and Lucius spent the day in the sitting room, going through the two photo albums. Harry got a bit teary but Lucius always rubbed them away with a quick kiss and a mumbled, 'I love you'.

Harry spent a lot of the afternoon with Teddy. Lucius still had Draco's baby toys and he and Harry sat on the floor with the toddler, watching him squeal and throw things around. Lucius charmed a few toys to fly around and Teddy giggled.

Lucius noted that Harry was good with kids. He knew just how to handle Teddy and didn't mind changing nappies or feeding him. He burped Teddy just right and cooed in his ear. He was perfect, absolutely beautiful with children.

An image of Harry with a little dark-haired boy leapt into his mind and refused to leave. Harry would look stunning pregnant with Lucius' child, stomach swollen, face glowing with good health. He'd be wonderful with their kids too and Lucius smiled to himself.

After putting Teddy down for his nap in a cot Lucius had transfigured, the Slytherin wrapped his arms around his mate and said, 'You want children, yes?'

'Of course I do,' Harry answered.

'And you would be okay with carrying them?'

Harry turned and wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck. 'I'd love to, Lucius. Nothing would make me happier then to become pregnant with our child.'

'Not too soon,' Lucius said. 'After you graduate and we get married.'

Harry grinned. 'Sounds good to me.'

They kissed chastely before breaking apart, Lucius' face suddenly very sinful. 'How about we go practice?'

Harry grinned and tugged his mate into the study where Severus and Sirius were playing chess, Remus reading. 'Watch Teddy, Luce and I are gonna go practice making babies.'

Lucius apparated them to the bedroom and Sirius' screamed, 'WHAT?' echoed throughout the house.

 

{oOo}

 

Finally it was dinner and Harry and Lucius dressed before joining the others in the dining room. Lucius sat at the head of the table with Harry on his right, Draco his left. Sirius and Remus, with Teddy in a high chair, sat on Harry's side, Severus on Draco's.

The food appeared magically. There was turkey and roast chicken, ham, beef, pork and lamb, steamed and roasted vegetables, baked potatoes and mashed, bowls of fruit and potato bake. There were stews with every type of meat and vegetable thrown in, all smelling delicious as they steamed.

There was a bowl of pickles and other greens as well as bowls of honey, vinegar, salad dressing, nuts, ginger, and minced garlic. There were pitchers of iced pumpkin juice, Muggle sodas Harry was fond of, bottles of wine and firewhiskey and eggnog.

Lucius cut all the meats before raising his glass in a toast. 'To family.'

'To family,' the others chorused.

'Remus, Sirius,' Lucius continued, speaking their first names for the first time, 'we were enemies, strangers, but now we're drawn together because of my mate, my love, the most precious thing in my world.' Harry blushed. 'I'm glad Harry has had you in his life and I hope you'll be in our joined lives for many years to come.'

'We're just glad you make Harry happy,' Sirius said.

'Agreed,' Remus said.

Lucius smiled. 'Draco, I love you, my son, my kit, and you continue to make me proud.'

'Glad to do it,' Draco grinned.

The blonde turned to his best friend. 'Severus, my friend, my confidant, thank you for your years of wisdom.'

'You'd be dead without me,' Severus said.

Lucius rolled his eyes before clearing his throat. 'Also, to little Teddy Lupin-' the baby gurgled, '- thank you for throwing one of Draco's old toys at my head, it was well deserved, and I apologise for not handing you the elephant the first time.'

The group laughed and Lucius held his cup high.

'A toast to our friends, our loved ones, the people we care about who make our lives complete. Also, to a year filled with love, peace, harmony and happiness.'

'Hear, hear,' the group choursed and drank.

They slid into a more comfortable atmosphere, Harry migrating to Lucius' lap. They fed each other every manner of food and the others chose to ignore the sounds they made.

Harry was just eating a piece of ham when he saw Sirius kiss Remus quickly. He choked and spluttered, hacking loudly. Lucius patted him on the back before Harry could breath again, the teenager standing.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?'

Sirius blushed and Remus said, 'What?'

'YOU TWO JUST KISSED!' Harry shouted.

'Well... we were waiting to tell you,' Remus said and looked at Sirius.

'We're together,' Sirius told his godson.

Harry blinked at them.

'Are you mad?' Remus asked.

'I thought you'd be okay with this,' Sirius added.

Harry blinked again. And then a broad grin spread across his face. 'FINALLY!' he shouted.

'Harry, stop yelling,' Lucius said, yanking the teenager back onto his lap.

'Sorry,' Harry blushed. 'Merlin, it's good to see you two together, I thought it'd never happen.' He frowned and turned to Lucius. 'Damn it, you won.'

'I know,' Lucius grinned.

'What do I owe you?' Harry asked. 'You already...'

"... know how to swim," the teenager finished silently.

Lucius tilted his head before silently saying, "I know the perfect thing."

"Care to share?"

"Not really, no."

'Bastard,' Harry said out loud.

'Wait, you were betting on us?' Sirius asked.

Harry and Lucius nodded. 'And Lucius won, he said you'd be together by Chritmas.'

'And you said by your nineteenth birthday,' Lucius smiled. 'Silly veela.'

'Shut up,' Harry said and forced a fork-full of potato bake into the blonde's mouth.

Lucius grinned around his food.

'So you're okay with it?' Remus asked.

''Course I am,' Harry said, eating slowly. 'Just glad you're happy.'

Remus said, 'Thanks, Cub,' a look of relief washing over his face.

Harry smiled.

 

{oOo}

 

It was time for the Yule bonfire. It was larger then the others because they'd all contributed, throwing the wood they'd collecting by hand atop the large bundle. Remus and Sirius had joined them, Teddy asleep and curled up in Sirius' arms.

'Ready?' Lucius asked and the others nodded. 'On three. One, two, three!'

They all waved their hands and the wood burst into flames. Red and gold flames leapt across the wood before reaching for the sky, burning hotly and crackling before them.

'Throw your letters on,' Lucius said.

Rem and Sirius watched as Harry, Lucius, Draco and Severus all threw the letters written to themselves onto the bonfire. They burned quickly, turning to ash and disappearing.

Lucius wound an arm around Harry's shoulders and the teenager snuggled into him. Remus and Sirius were looking cosy too and Draco and Severus stood side by side, small smiles on their faces as they looked at the happy couples.

'I hope you find your mate soon, Draco,' Severus said.

Draco smiled at his godfather. 'I hope you find someone too, Sev.'

They all stood in silence, thinking about the year coming and whether their dreams would come true. They could only hope and work hard to make their dreams reality.

 

{oOo}

 

The group parted once back inside. Sirius and Remus were staying the night in the guest room next to Severus'. Teddy was already asleep so they smiled at Harry, thanked Lucius, and disappeared.

Severus clapped Lucius on the back and said, 'Another Yule come and gone.'

Lucius smiled, arm tight around his mate. 'Yes, but this year I have a lot to be thankful for.'

'Me too,' Harry agreed and kissed Lucius' cheek.

Severus rolled his eyes but they sparkled slightly. 'Yes, well, no need to share your disgusting ways with the rest of us.'

Draco snorted. 'Father, Uncle Severus, I think I'll turn in.' He looked at Harry before hugging him tightly and whispering in his ear. 'Thank you.'

Harry didn't know why he was being thanked but said, 'No worries,' anyway.

Draco and Severus bid them goodnight, leaving Harry and Lucius standing in the back room.

'Bed or hot chocolate?' Lucius asked.

Harry's eyes lit up. 'Ooh, hot chocolate.' He dragged Lucius into the kitchen, the older wizard smiling indulgently.

 

{oOo}

 

They finally made it back to their bedroom where Lucius tugged Harry into the ensuite bathroom. It was decked out in black and gold tiles, the bath and shower both white. Lucius turned the large fixtures of the tub and watched as hot water filled the porcelain.

'It's cold,' Harry said, shaking slightly as he peeled off his outer clothes, soon standing in just his cotton underwear. He wrapped his arms around himself and stood on the mat, watching the bath fill.

'Not to worry, I'll warm you up soon,' Lucius promised.

He held out his hands and a few glass bottles hovered towards him. He poured a pink liquid into the bath and Harry watched as it filled with bubbles. Next was a cream-coloured liquid that made everything smell like coconut.

The tub was full and Lucius turned off the taps before stripping. He slid into the bath and groaned, leaning back against the far wall. The bath was big enough for five people, more like a mini pool really, and Lucius stretched, head tipped back.

It had taken a while for Lucius to be able to control his water abilities enough to actually bathe. Usually he couldn't get wet but when he concentrated, the water wet his skin like everybody elses. Harry had laughed himself to tears more then once when Lucius had been washing his hair and had suddenly dried.

'Going to join me?' Lucius asked, tilting his head back up to look at his mate.

Harry smiled and slid from his underwear, pushing them off completely with his foot. He stepped into the bathtub and groaned, boiling water feeling delicious against his cold skin. He took his glasses off before ducking under the water completely, the bubbles and heat stinging his eyes.

He resurfaced and rubbed his eyes before putting his glasses back on. Lucius smiled at him as Harry spat water from his mouth and pushed his hair from his forehead.

'You have no class,' Lucius said.

Harry grinned. 'Well you're just gonna have to try and teach me,' he said coyly, 'maybe you can rub off on me yet.'

Lucius chuckled and held one hand out, bubbles dripping down his perfect skin. Harry grinned before sliding through the water and into his mate's arms. Lucius drew him close, pulling until Harry was resting across his legs. He pushed wet hair from Harry's eyes and kissed his cheek.

'You need a hair cut.'

Harry smiled. 'Do I?' he asked, running a hand across his head. 'I suppose it's gotten a bit long.'

'Mm, I like it shorter,' Lucius said, 'it sticks up when it's shorter, like your third year.'

Harry raised an eyebrow.

'The photo album had a picture of you, Miss Granger, and Mr Weasley in your third year, remember?' Lucius said. 'I like your hair like that.'

'Really?' Lucius nodded and Harry rested his head against his mate's chest. 'Suppose I can cut it for you.' He twisted Lucius' wet locks between his fingers. 'I like your hair long.'

'You wouldn't know what it looks like short.'

Harry smiled and said, 'I suppose not... though you'd probably look like Draco.'

'My hair was a mess short,' Lucius admitted. 'A bit like yours really.'

'So maybe I should grow mine out.'

'Never,' Lucius said and pulled Harry in for a kiss. 'I want it short.'

'So I should just dress how you like?' Harry asked.

Lucius smirked. 'You already do,' he teased. 'Every shirt you wear is green.'

Harry huffed, knowing the older wizard was right. He pushed back, sliding through the water on his back. Lucius pouted as his mate swam across to the other side of the bathtub.

'Harry,' he groaned.

'Nope, I'm staying over here,' Harry said and pushed his legs out, purposely brushing against Lucius' own. Lucius groaned again and Harry snickered.

'What did I do?' Lucius demanded.

'Teased me,' Harry answered.

Lucius growled but said, 'Fine.' He reached behind him to the small shelf that stretched between the wall and tub. On it was a number of beauty products; shampoos, conditioners, soaps and loofahs. Lucius grabbed a purple bottle and pushed down on the top, grey liquid pooling in his palm. He brought it to his head and started washing his hair, Harry's eyes locked onto the blonde locks.

He couldn't believe how fascinated he was with Lucius' hair. It was pale blonde inside but shone like gold when the sun hit it. When it was wet, it was a dark shade of blonde like his eyebrows and Harry just lost himself staring.

Lucius knew, of course, and like a Slytherin and a Malfoy he took full advantage. He made sure to sit up straight and stretch, making the muscles in his chest and arms ripple. He let his eyes drift shut, hair over one shoulder, and long fingers stroking through the wet locks.

Harry groaned and Lucius smirked. He rinsed his hair before starting again with the conditioner, Harry practically drooling. He tried to stop staring and wash his own hair but ended up sitting with one hand stuck to his head for ten minutes.

And then Lucius started with the body wash. Like every other time he bathed, Lucius stood and drained the bath. Harry had to grab the sides of the tub to stop from being sucked back towards Lucius. Lucius just stood completely naked and dripping wet, watching as bubbles disappeared down the drain. And poor Harry sat completely still, mouth hanging open, watching water and suds drip down his naked mate.

Once drained, Lucius turned the taps on so fresh, clean water spilled into the tub. When it was full he sat back down, taps off, and groaned as the hot water soothed his muscles. He grabbed his body gel and squirted it onto a loofah, making sure Harry was watching before starting.

He dragged the loofah lazily up and down his arms, the gel foaming along his pale skin. Harry bit his lip to stop from groaning again as Lucius washed his neck and muscled chest before standing, soap dripping and sliding along his well defined muscles. He washed his stomach, fingers tracing his four-pack, before trailing down to his-

Harry definitely groaned very loudly as Lucius soaped up his erection, the long and thick muscle standing against his stomach. He washed his legs, his lower back, turning to give Harry a good view of his arse.

Licking his lips, Harry slid through the water and grabbed Lucius around the waist. He made his mate turn and eyed the man's cock.

'Let me clean myself up, little one,' Lucius said smugly. Harry growled but allowed the older wizard to sit back in the tub, washing at his body with large hands. Once he was clean he took Harry in his arms. 'Do you trust me?'

'Of course,' Harry said without hesitation.

Lucius smiled and kissed Harry quickly before dragging him under the water. Harry held his breath but let his eyes slide open. Everything was murky and his eyes stung slightly from the soap, his glasses threatening to slide free.

"Harry," Lucius said silently and the Gryffindor glanced at his mate. "Take a breath."

Harry stared at him, Lucius' golden hair fanning through the water. "What?"

"Trust me," Lucius said. "Take a breath, I won't let you drown."

Harry was nervous but he trusted Lucius. So he dredged up his Gryffindor bravery and opened his lips. Water flooded his mouth but Harry took a breath anyway.

He had expected to choke, for water to gush down his throat and fill his lungs. Instead he breathed in oxygen. Harry gasped as he breathed under water, eyes wide. The water (or air, Harry really had no idea) was sweet and refreshing. Harry clung to Lucius tightly as his heart thumped in his chest.

"Nice, isn't it?" Lucius said silently, fingers tugging at Harry's hair.

"Definitely," Harry said. "How are you doing this?"

"Concentration," Lucius answered.

"You won't suddenly lose it and drown me, will you?" Harry said nervously.

Lucius chuckled in his head. "Little one, I cannot hurt you, not even unintentionally. My veela will not allow my element to hurt you."

"Good," Harry said.

"Mm, it is, because there's something I want to do," Lucius said and grinned.

Harry knew that grin and smiled. He glided through the water until his body was flush against Lucius'. "Oh?"

Lucius' smile became very sinful very quickly. "You still owe me something for the bet."

"How can I repay you, Lord Malfoy?" Harry asked, batting his eyelashes.

Lucius chuckled before drawing Harry closer. "I can think of something, Lord Potter," he said before kissing Harry deeply.

It was sweet and warm, tasting of water and Lucius and soap. It was absolutely delicious and Harry groaned, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Lucius' mouth. Lucius welcomed it and allowed Harry to explore his mouth while his hands slid down the teenager's sides to his arse. His fingers dug into the soft flesh he found and Harry grunted into his mouth, cock twitching against Lucius' stomach.

Harry heard Lucius think the lubricant charm and two long fingers twisted into him, quickly finding his prostate and stroking torturously. Harry groaned and pushed back and forth, fucking himself on Lucius' fingers and sliding his cock along the man's own shaft.

The friction was beautiful and Harry's eyes slid shut as Lucius kissed him again. The water was a heavy presence around them but Harry felt Lucius move through it gracefully, like he was born to live in the liquid. Harry supposed he was, just like the Gryffindor was born for the air. They were their elements, after all.

It didn't take much for Lucius to bring Harry to his first orgasm. He watched as the teenager cried out silently, eyes wide as he spurted into the water, thick trails curling around them. Lucius ignored it in favour of milking the climax from his mate, Harry shaking above him.

When Harry had control of himself, he slid down Lucius' body until he was level with the man's erection.

"Stay in contact with me, Harry," Lucius said silently, Harry glancing up at him. "I need to remain touching you so you can breathe under the water."

Harry nodded his understanding and gripped Lucius' thighs with both hands. He licked his lips, bubbles rising before his face, as he eyed Lucius' empressive girth. Harry shifted forward and licked up and down Lucius' cock, the flesh hotter then the water around them. Lucius groaned above him, hips jolting, and Harry sank down onto him.

He sucked back, water and pre-come sloshing through his mouth. The water was sweet but Lucius was far tastier. Harry sucked back hard, head bobbing through the water as he took Lucius again and again. His tongue swirled around the head and Harry badly wanted to swallow Lucius' pre-ejaculate but was unable to. He settled for lapping away, rolling the sweet necture his mate had to offer through his mouth.

Lucius was shaking, head tipped back and pressed against the porcelain of the bathtub. One hand threaded through Harry's hair and pulled tightly, making sure Harry kept up a fast pace. Harry moaned deep in the back of his throat as Lucius' cock slid between his lips. He worked his throat to stimulate the head and Lucius cursed.

"Harry, enough, I need you," Lucius said, voice sounding ragged even in Harry's head.

Harry let go with one final suck and allowed Lucius to drag him back up. They shared another kiss, lips hard and demanding, before Lucius broke it. He repeated the lubricant charm and grabbed Harry's hip with one hand. He moved the teenager through the water, Harry biting his bottom lip as he was positioned. Lucius thrust up and quickly filled Harry, cock being swallowed by the Gryffindor's eagar hole.

Harry groaned, though it was more a gurgle under water. He bit his lip harder as Lucius shifted, trying to get comfortable under water and keep Harry atop him. When he found his spot he started thrusting, pulling Harry up and down. It was easy under water and Harry groaned as his body glided through the liquid, Lucius' cock long and thick inside him.

"Fuck, this is good," Harry grunted silently.

Lucius chuckled beneath him. "Isn't sex with me always good?"

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss his mate. "Cocky sod."

"You like my cock," Lucius retorted. He thrust up harder and Harry groaned, falling forward to lay with his face buried in Lucius' neck. He moaned and cursed both out loud and silently, bubbles spewing from his mouth and rising to the surface of the water.

As Lucius began to move faster and harder, the water around them churned and rolled. It began to fall over the edge of the bath but neither cared; they were lost in each other.

Harry started rolling his hips, fucking himself on Lucius' cock while Lucius thrust up. Their eyes locked a second before they started kissing, water filling their mouths alongside tongues and teeth.

It was weird, strange, so goddamn erotic that Harry was close to coming again. He could feel Lucius clenching beneath him, the man's muscles tense under Harry's splayed fingers. His nails dug into Lucius' chest, palms rubbing against the blonde's nipples.

"Harry," Lucius groaned, eyes sliding shut. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, Lucius," Harry said silently. "I want you to fill me, you fill me so good."

Lucius groaned and pulled Harry down, fingers strong on the back of Harry's neck. He licked his way to the teenager's Mark, tasting water and sweat and Harry.

"Oohh, Lucius," Harry moaned, lips sucked between his teeth. "Lucius, Lucius..." He trailed off in another moan, body overwhelmed. He rolled his hips, feeling Lucius stretch him, make him ache and burn and feel oh so good. Lucius was hitting his prostate dead on and Harry grunted.

Lucius sank his teeth into Harry's Mark and sucked back hard while at the same time grabbing the boy's cock. His long fingers twisted around the heated shaft and pulled.

Harry screamed, water exploding around them as he came. Lucius was rocked by a fierce wind, water spilling across the bathroom floor as Harry was assaulted by pleasure. His muscles clamped down and Lucius groaned, hanging on for dear life as his cock was squeezed. He managed another two thrusts before he was spilling into his mate, filling Harry to the brim.

They were rocking in the water, a soft breeze blowing around them. When Lucius sank back into the tub, Harry atop him, the water only came up to the man's elbows. Harry groaned and panted above him, water and hair blinding them both.

The couple was quiet as the water settled and soon cooled. Lucius shifted beneath Harry, who mumbled and told him to stop.

'We can't sleep in the bathtub,' Lucius said.

'But it's comfy,' Harry groaned.

Lucius chuckled and slid from his mate, who winced before taking a deep breath.

'Mm, always good,' Harry said and kissed the blonde.

Lucius smiled before helping Harry stand. He drained the tub and used his new elemental powers to move the water on the floor. Harry whipped up a wind that dried them both, Lucius guiding his now shivering mate into the bedroom.

He waved his hand and the candles extinguished themselves. Another hand wave had the fireplace across from the bed bursting into life, orange flames flickering in the hearth.

Harry jumped into bed and Lucius followed, holding his arms open. Harry snugled into him and sighed in content, yawning and resting his head against Lucius' chest.

'Mm, best spot in the world,' he commented.

'I know,' Lucius said, kissing his forehead. He removed Harry's glasses, putting them on the bedside table.

'I love you, Lucius,' Harry said before he fell asleep. 'Happy Yule.'

'Happy Yule,' Lucius said, kissing him again. 'I love you too.'

Chapter 28: Dinner

Harry and Lucius were the first ones up, the younger wizard sitting on his mate's lap. It was a beautiful day; a bit chilly and still snowing, but the sun was out and made the snow shine.

'We should go for a run,' Harry said.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'It's freezing.'

'We'll be fine in our Animagus forms,' Harry said.

'Oh,' Lucius said and nodded. 'Very well. Should we go now?'

'Yeah, we can come in later and have something warm.'

Lucius chuckled and stood, sliding Harry from his lap and to his feet. 'You just want hot chocolate.'

Harry batted his eyelashes, a pout forming. 'Do not.'

'You do,' Lucius teased. 'You and that hot chocolate.'

'Well Dobby makes it delicious,' Harry pouted. 'Come on, let's go.' He led Lucius outside and they stood on the back veranda. They removed their dressing gowns, Lucius waving them inside.

Harry changed first, concentrating on his form. Suddenly he was a large black wolf, nose twitching with the new smells blowing towards him. He padded back and forth, Lucius watching him with a proud smile.

Harry whined and Lucius rolled his eyes before he too changed. He towered over Harry, bigger both in height and weight, and Harry immediately dropped lower; tail between his legs and ears swept back, Harry whimpered low in his throat and approached his mate cautiously.

Lucius was completely still, pure-white fur shining in the morning light. His tail was erect, ears tall, and he kept his sleet grey eyes on the younger wolf.

Harry dropped even lower until he was on his side, stomach exposed, completely submissive.

Lucius growled his approval and nipped Harry's ears, his snout, Harry giving him a wolfish smile. He yipped and bounced to his feet, jumping around Lucius and mewling in the back of his throat. Harry bound down the steps and across the snow, Lucius chasing after him.

 

{oOo}

 

Sirius yawned as he and Remus walked through the house, trying to remember where the dining room was. Teddy was still asleep and Remus had got Dobby to watch him, the little elf promising to alert them if the baby woke.

'Where the hell are we?' Sirius demanded as they came out in an unfamiliar hallway.

'No idea,' Remus admitted, hands shoved into his pockets.

'Lost?' Both turned to see Severus, the man dressed in jet black robes as usual. He quirked an eyebrow and Sirius smiled.

'Severus, my old friend.'

'Friend?' Severus said.

Sirius grinned. ''Course you are; we're buddies now, right? For Harry, 'cause we care about him.' Severus remained silent. 'And since we're buddies,' Sirius continued, 'you can lead us to the dining room and not tell Harry we got lost.'

Remus chuckled as Sirius tried to use all his charm to get Severus to help them. But Severus was immune to charming men (he was best friends with Lucius Malfoy, after all) and just smirked.

'Please?' Sirius tried.

'I will show you the dining room,' Severus said, 'but I'm telling Harry you got lost.'

Sirius groaned as Severus turned, Remus following quickly. 'He'll tease me,' the Animagus pouted.

'Of course he will,' Severus said. 'And I'll help.'

'Me too,' Remus piped in.

'You got lost too,' Sirius growled at his boyfriend.

'But I can admit it,' Remus said. 'Plus I've never been here before. You were here for Lucius' and Narcissa's wedding. You also visited when Lucius was courting her.'

Sirius sighed. 'You all hate me.'

'No we don't,' Severus said as they walked into the dining room.

'We don't what?' Draco asked, brushing a hand through his messy blonde hair.

Remus and Sirius were still astounded by the casualness Lucius and Draco desplayed when at home. Severus of course was used to it and didn't bat an eye as he sat down.

'We don't hate Black,' Severus said.

'We don't?' Draco asked.

Severus smiled. 'Of course we don't. We like him so much that we have to help him find the dining room.'

Draco's eyes swivelled to his cousin and he grinned. 'You got lost?'

'No I didn't,' Sirius lied.

'The room you're staying in is two corridors away,' Draco said.

'And he's been here before,' Remus added.

'Stop helping them!' Sirius shouted.

Remus opened his mouth to retort when a flash of colour from the back veranda caught his eye. He rounded the dining table and stepped through the door into the back room. The glass doors and windows gave a lovely view of the grounds and Remus saw snow and trees.

Sirius, Severus and Draco all joined him, the Malfoy heir spooning porridge into his mouth.

'What is it?' Sirius asked.

'I saw something,' Remus said before looking around. He spotted two robes on the leather couch. 'Aren't those Harry's and Lucius' dressing gowns?'

'Yes,' Severus said, glancing at them. 'I assume they've got for a run.'

'Run?' Remus asked.

Draco tried to explain but his mouth was full. Before he could clear it, he spotted his father and Harry. Draco pointed and the three men turned.

Remus and Sirius gasped, eyes going wide and mouths falling open. All they saw were two wolves; a massive white one and a big black one. They were racing around each other, kicking up snow as they tumbled across the ground. The white one growled threateningly and the black one yipped in response, nipping at the white wolf's jaw.

The white wolf tossed it to the ground and stood over it, the black wolf remaining still and looking up. Suddenly the white wolf nuzzled the other and allowed it up. The black one pranced around before pushing it's snout into the white wolf's neck.

'What the hell?' Sirius said.

'Are those-' Remus began only for Severus to cut him off.

'Wolves? No.'

'But...' Sirius mumbled.

'They are wolves,' Draco said, finally swallowing his porridge, 'but technically they're wizards.'

'Wizards?' Sirius asked.

'Wait, are you saying that's Harry and Lucius?' Remus demanded.

The two Slytherins nodded.

'Since when does Harry have an Animagus form?' Sirius said.

'Or Lucius?' Remus added.

'Since a few days before Christmas,' Draco told them before explaining the story. Afterwards the four stood and watched the veela mates play, Lucius occasionally pushing Harry down when the younger wolf got too bold or dominant.

They had their breakfast in the back room and were just finishing up when Harry and Lucius bounded in. Harry transformed first and opened the door. Lucius tackled him from behind, both going flying and hitting the floor. Lucius growled and Sirius and Remus stood quickly, both prepared to protect their godson.

But Harry giggled and rubbed Lucius' snout before scratching behind his ears.

'You prat,' the teenager said. 'You smell like wet dog, get off me.'

Suddenly Lucius was back in human form and kissed Harry quickly. 'Liar,' he said.

Harry grinned and pushed Lucius up, the blonde dragging himself and his mate to their feet. They both turned to see they had company and Harry blushed.

'Good morning,' Lucius said brightly. He grabbed his and Harry's dressing gowns. 'Did everyone sleep well?'

'Excellent,' Remus said, 'those beds are amazingly soft.'

'And bouncy,' Sirius added.

Harry grimaced and his godfather winked at him. 'Yuck,' Harry said. 'Don't need to hear it, thanks.'

'Well maybe you and Father will learn to use a silencing charm,' Draco said.

Harry blushed again and Lucius sat on the sofa. He dragged Harry close and called Griffy for breakfast.

'So wolves, huh?' Sirius said.

'Mm-hmm,' Harry said as he sipped his hot chocolate.

'It really only took you seconds to transform completely?' Sirius asked.

Harry nodded and Lucius said, 'Every time either of us said wolf we'd transform.'

'Took days to learn to control it,' Harry added.

'But we got there,' Lucius said.

'Mostly,' Harry snickered. 'One time Lucius said wolf and grew a tail.'

The others burst out laughing and Lucius scowled. 'I'll take away your hot chocolate,' he threatened.

Harry bit his bottom lip, emerald eyes going wide. 'Please don't,' he said softly.

Lucius groaned and fell back, tearing his eyes away from Harry's "puppy dog eyes" look. 'I can't win with you.'

Harry grinned. 'I love you too.'

 

{oOo}

 

'You can't be serious,' Molly said.

Ron looked at her. 'Of course we are.'

'We're going to Malfoy Manor-' Fred began.

'-to have dinner with Harry,' George said.

'And Mr Malfoy,' Fred added.

'Because he's Harry's mate,' George nodded.

'And we support Harry-' Fred said.

'- no matter what,' his twin finished.

They were standing in the Burrow, most of the Weasleys and Hermione all ready to head to Malfoy Manor. Harry had owled them for Christmas and had said they could come over at six while dinner would start at seven. Molly had flipped when she'd found one of Lucius' eagle owls sitting on her kitchen table.

'Mum, we'll be back later tonight, or tomorrow,' Bill said, trying to keep his mother calm. 'Mr Malfoy said we could stay the night if we don't want to floo back.'

Molly rounded on her eldest son. 'Don't you dare go there, William Weasley!' she snarled, close to shouting.

'Mum-' Bill tried.

'How can you just willingly walk into Malfoy Manor?' Molly demanded.

'Molly, the kids will be fine,' Arthur said, sounding tired.

Molly glared at him. 'What about Charlie and Percy?' she snarled. 'Has everyone forgotten that they died at Hogwarts? Has everyone forgotten that Lucius Malfoy and his son fought for the other side?'

'They didn't fight, Mum,' Ron said.

'Mr Malfoy was looking for his son,' George added.

'And his wife saved Harry's life,' Fred said.

'Have you forgotten that?' the twins demanded.

'Mr Malfoy's different now,' Hermione butted in, for Molly looked close to hexing her own sons. 'He's still a bit snobbish, and he's got an ego the size of a Hungarian Horntail, but he's polite and kind to all of us when we visit.'

Ron nodded enthusiastically though stayed behind Hermione, letting her face the Weasley matriarch.

'He hasn't said a bad word to me since he was released from Azkaban. I've had dinner with him and Harry. Harry is Lucius' world; the man would never, could never, hurt Harry or anyone Harry cares about.'

'Except if you look at Harry,' Fred grinned.

'Or touch him,' George added.

'Not that we would,' Fred said hastely to Bill's raised eyebrow.

'I definitely would, he's a gorgeous young man,' George grinned.

'Don't let Mr Malfoy hear you say that,' Ron snorted.

'Shut up!' Molly roared, all eyes turning to her. 'Shut up right now, the lot of you. Not one of you is going to Malfoy Manor, do you hear me? I won't allow it!'

Fleur, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. 'You are not zee boss of anyone, Mrs Weasley,' she said slowly. Molly's eyes snapped to her and narrowed. 'If your children vant to go to zee Manor zay vill, regardless of vat you zay.'

'Hear, hear,' Fred nodded.

'Mum, you can't stop us,' George said. 'We're going because we love Harry; he's our brother, part of the family, and we want to be with him to celebrate the holiday.'

'Mr Malfoy's invited us and we're going,' Ron said.

'You still live here, Ronald,' Mr Weasley fumed, realising she couldn't stop her eldest sons from going; she had no control over them.

'I don't have to,' Ron threatened. 'I'm sure Mr Malfoy would let me stay for the rest of the holidays. Or Bill, Fred and George, even Hermione's parents.'

'You would choose Lucius Malfoy over your own family?' Molly demanded.

Ron sighed. 'It's not about choosing, Mum,' he said. 'Besides, Harry is our family, therefore Lucius Malfoy is too. He and Harry are a stone's throw away from getting married. If they do, Mr Malfoy will be family in my eyes.'

'Never!' Molly snarled. 'Don't you see what he's done? He's ripped this family apart!'

'He hasn't done anything,' Hermione tried.

'He got poor Ginny locked up in St Mungo's!'

'Mum, Ginny was delusional,' Ron said, tired of the same old argument. He'd been hearing it all week. 'Ginny tried to knock Harry off his broom, she told three boys to rape him. How is that Mr Malfoy's fault?'

Molly opened her mouth but Bill cut her off.

'We have to go, Mr Malfoy's only opened the wards for twenty minutes,' Bill said. He gestured to the door and the others all filed out, throwing Mrs Weasley various looks. Bill turned to his dad. 'Remember you're still invited,' he said before turning and leaving.

'Molly-'

'He's ruined our family!' Molly exclaimed, brandishing her wand. Arthur sat to avoid getting hexed. 'He's ruined Harry, he's taken the Saviour away from us.'

Arthur frowned. Since when was Harry the Saviour? No one close to Harry ever called him that; he was just Harry.

'He's taken Harry's money and added to his own fortune,' Molly growled, continuing to rant. 'He's ripped this family apart; he killed Charlie and Percy and then took my precious girl away from me.'

'Molly, Lucius wasn't at fault during any of that. He didn't fight during the Battle of Hogwarts, he wasn't in any way responsible for the curses that took our boys. As for Ginny, Lucius didn't force her to trick those boys into raping Harry, and he didn't force her to try and kill Harry during that Quidditch match.'

Molly rounded on him. 'What are you saying?' she demanded.

Arthur stood and grabbed his cloak, throwing it on and hastening to the door. 'I'm saying that I support Harry and I'll be there for him. Lucius is his mate, his soulmate, and Harry can't change that. From what I hear he doesn't want to.

'So I'm going to Malfoy Manor for dinner, I'm going to have fun, and I'm going to get to know Lucius Malfoy for Harry.' He pulled the door open and stepped out. Giving his wife a withering look, Arthur disapparated on the spot.

Molly glared at the door. Her entire family was at Malfoy Manor... well, that just wouldn't do. Harry was hers, not Malfoy's. Harry would join their family. Ginny would be released when Molly convinced Harry that his proper place was at the youngest Weasley's side. Lucius Malfoy wouldn't win this. He wouldn't.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry growled and fiddled with his tie. His clothes were new; jet black robes and trousers, the robes trimmed emerald green, with a white shirt and emerald green tie tucked into his green-pinstriped waistcoat. Harry was trying, and failing, to do up his tie.

'These things are impossible,' Harry scowled, glaring at his reflection in the mirror.

Lucius chuckled and came up behind him. 'You wear a tie at school.'

'I get Hermione to do it up,' Harry admitted. 'I just re-adjust it everytime I take it off or put it on.'

Lucius tisked and pushed Harry's hands away. Arms around Harry, he quickly did the boy's tie up and tucked it away. Harry looked up at his mate. Lucius was wearing black robes, the silver trimming setting off his eyes. He had a white cotton shirt on, the collars up stiffly, with a black and silver striped cravet wrapped around his neck. His waistcoat was silver and buttoned up, the silver chain of his pocket watch visible.

Harry smiled and turned to peck his mate on the lips. 'I love you.'

'Mm, only because I do all the small things for you,' Lucius said. 'I turn the bath on, I help you dress, I-'

'Shut up,' Harry said, 'and face the mirror.'

Smirking, Lucius did as asked and felt Harry's fingers through his hair. The teenager grabbed a silver brush from the dresser and swept Lucius' hair back. Once done, he drew it back into a black ribbon and tied it. Harry peeked over Lucius' shoulder and smiled.

Handing Lucius his serpent-headed walking stick, Harry said, 'Beautiful.'

Lucius chuckled and grabbed his silver gloves, slipping them on. 'You scrub up well yourself, Mr Potter.'

'I hate dressing up,' Harry admitted before eyeing himself in the mirror again. 'But with your help I think I look okay.'

'You look positively ravishing,' Lucius said and kissed Harry's cheek. 'Now let's go, it's almost six.'

 

{oOo}

 

Sirius, Remus, Severus and Draco were all waiting, Teddy sitting in Remus' arms. Sirius was wearing a dark purple suit and robes, his curly brown hair falling in waves to his shoulders. Remus was staring at him, eyes dark, and Harry nudged him.

'Erm...' Remus cleared his throat and looked away. The werewolf was dressed in dark brown, the colour complimenting his skin and hair. His amber eyes were back on Sirius and Harry smiled up at him.

Severus, of course, was dressed in black, though his robes were nicer then what he wore at school. Draco was wearing black like his father, robes trimmed in honey gold, making his hair seem darker. He wore black gloves, hair brushed to perfection, and looked every bit a younger Lucius.

'Don't we all scrub up nice,' Sirius commented, glancing at his godson.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, yeah; I usually look a mess.'

'Not so much lately,' Severus said. 'It seems Lucius has rubbed off on you.'

Lucius opened his mouth and Draco shouted, 'Don't you dare, I don't want to be scared for life!'

Lucius smirked but kissed Harry quickly, the teenager blushing.

There was a knock on the large wooden doors and Griffy popped into view. He was wearing a jet-black pillow case with the Malfoy family coat of arms stitched on the chest in silver. He waved his hand and the door swung open.

Bowing deeply, Griffy said, 'Welcomes to Malfoy Manor, sirs.'

'Thank you, little one,' Albus Dumbledore said and stepped in. Dobby popped into view to take his cloak and was bowled over when Hagrid handed over his own coat.

'Er, sorry 'bout that,' Hagrid said, yanking Dobby up.

Dobby teetered on the spot before disappearing with a crack.

'Lord Malfoy,' Lucius bowed respectfully before shaking Lucius' hand. 'Lord Potter,' he said to Harry. 'Master Draco, wonderful to see you all,' Dumbledore finished before stepping aside to greet Sirius and the others.

'It's etiquette,' Lucius said to Harry's confused face. 'When visiting one's home for a gathering, it is respectful to greet the head of the home, followed by his or her partner, then any heirs.'

'Right,' Harry mumbled.

'Soon you'll be a Malfoy,' Lucius promised and Harry grinned.

There was another knock and Griffy answered, again bowing. Harry's mouth dropped open when Narcissa Black and a middle-aged Asian man he'd never met before walked in.

Narcissa was as beautiful as ever, every bit the perfect pure-blood woman. She looked healthier then when Harry had last seen her, her platinum blonde hair shining and blue eyes bright. The man with her was the same height and thin with warm caramal coloured skin, jet black hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

Narcissa went to Lucius and bowed. 'Lord Malfoy.'

'Ms Black,' Lucius responded before taking her hand and kissing it. Harry growled and Lucius let go quickly.

'Lord Potter,' Narcissa greeted Harry.

'Ms Black, wonderful to see you,' Harry said and the woman smiled.

'Draco, darling,' Narcissa hugged her son and kissed his cheek.

'Lord Malfoy, Lord Potter, Master Malfoy,' the man accompanying Narcissa said.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and Narcissa made the introductions. 'This is my partner, Christian Shang,' she said. 'Christian, this is my ex-husband Lucius, my son Draco, and Lucius' mate, Harry Potter.'

Christian bowed deeply to Harry and shook his hand. 'I have heard a lot about you, Mr Potter. I fear you sacrificed a lot for our freedom.'

Harry smiled; he liked Christian Shang. The man hadn't gushed yet.

'Thank you,' Harry said, 'and welcome to our home.'

Lucius' arm was suddenly around Harry's waist, eyes glaring at Christian. Christian smiled in understanding and stepped back from Harry. 'Thank you for letting me into your home,' he said to Lucius and bowed.

'You're most welcome,' Lucius said tersely.

Harry rolled his eyes and Narcissa smiled as she led Christian into the larger sitting room to the left of the foyer.

'Stop being a git,' Harry said when they were alone.

'He touched you far too long,' Lucius growled.

'You kissed Narcissa's hand!' Harry fought back.

'Stop bickering like old women,' Draco hissed as the door was opened for another guest.

Lucius and Harry both pouted but smiled warmly when the Weasleys arrived.

Bill, Fred, George, and Ron all trooped in followed by Fleur, Hermione and Arthur.

They took turns shaking Lucius' hand, bowing respectfully, and drawing Harry in for hugs. Draco had to hold his father back from doing something stupid.

'Mr Weasley,' Harry said when he shook Arthur's hand.

'I'm sorry about my daughter and wife,' Arthur said. 'They have no right to act the way they have been.'

'It's in the past; Ginny's getting better, right?' Harry said.

Arthur nodded. 'We visited yesterday and she seemed subdued. We're not out of the woods yet but she's slowly regaining her mind.'

He looked at Lucius, who had a posessive hand on Harry's bicep.

'Mr Malfoy-'

'Lucius, please,' the Slytherin interupted.

Arthur inclined his head. 'Call me Arthur,' he said, 'my apologies to you too for the damage my family has caused.'

'I don't hold you all responsible for Ginvera's wrongdoings,' Lucius said. 'Your boys have been supportive and are always welcome in our home.'

Harry smiled and Arthur did too. 'That's good to know, Lucius,' he said. 'Master Malfoy,' he nodded at Draco, 'Lord Potter.'

Harry groaned. 'Enough of the Lord stuff.'

Arthur chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder before leaving.

'Lord Malfoy, thank you for letting us into your home,' Hermione smiled. Draco's eyes went wide; the witch was wearing a dark blue gown that was tight fitting and reached her knees. Her hair had been pulled back into a messy bun, strands framing her face. Ron was practically drooling over her and Harry smirked.

'Miss Granger, always a pleasure,' Lucius said, kissing her hand like he had Narcissa's.

'A pleasure,' Draco added and kissed her hand too.

Harry had to stiffle a giggle and Lucius smiled at his son.

Ron quickly took Hermione's arm and bowed to Lucius, Harry and Draco.

'Welcome, Mr Weasley,' Lucius said.

'Thank you for having us,' Ron said. His eyes went back to Hermione and Harry told them to join the party.

'He's smitten,' Lucius commented, he, Harry and Draco watching Ron lead Hermione to the sitting room.

'Took him long enough,' Harry said.

Bill and Fleur had waited patiently and Harry blushed.

'Sorry, my manners have flown right out the window,' the teenager said.

Fleur smiled and Bill said, 'Ah, we all know you haven't got any manners, Lord Potter.'

'Shut up,' Harry said as Fleur kissed both his cheeks.

''Arry, it eez so good to see you again.'

'Welcome to our home, Mrs Weasley,' Harry said.

Fleur grinned and threaded her arm through Bill's.

'I know all about being a veela's mate,' Bill said and winked at Harry. Harry burned bright red as Bill said his thanks to Lucius and Draco.

'Lovely colour,' Lucius said, a finger stroking his mate's cheek.

'Shut it,' Harry muttered.

'HARRY!'

He was bowled over by the twins, Fred and George kissing each cheek and ignoring Lucius' scowl.

'How gorgeous you've gotten,' Fred said.

'A little caterpillar-' Geroge said.

'- who has grown into a beautiful butterfly!' Fred exclaimed.

'Or some type of other bug,' George said.

'Like a moth,' Fred nodded.

'Or a spider.'

'Is a spider a bug?'

'I don't think so,' George murmured.

'No, me either,' Fred said. 'Maybe we should ask Ronnie?'

'Oh yes,' George agreed, 'he's always loved spiders.'

Fred smirked. 'Especially the big hairy ones-'

'- like that monster that used to roam the Forbiden Forest.'

'Argo?'

'Aragon,' George tried.

'Arraraa?'

'What the hell is Arraraa?' George demanded.

'Giant spider,' Fred told him.

'His name was Aragog,' Harry provided.

'You're being rude,' Draco growled at the red-heads.

The twins glanced at him and broad grins overtook their handsome faces.

'My, my,' George said.

'It's the little dragon,' Fred said.

'How he's grown,' George murmured.

'And still has some growing to do-' Fred glanced at Lucius.

'- by the looks of it,' George finished, giving Lucius a very thorough examin.

'Stop leering at my mate,' Harry growled.

The twins both held up their hands in surrender.

'Easy there, little Harry,' Fred said.

'We mean you no disrespect,' George added.

Suddenly the got to their knees, foreheads pressed to the marble floor. 'Oh Lord Malfoy,' they said together, rather loudly too, 'we beg your forgiveness for our less than respectful greeting.'

Harry rolled his eyes, Draco looked appauled, and Lucius watched with amusement.

'Fredderick Gideon Weasley requests your forgiveness,' Fred said.

'As does Georgeson Fabian Weasley,' George said.

'We'd be ever greatful-' the eldest began.

'- if you could find it in your heart-' George butted in.

'- to forgive us for our dishonourable greeting-'

'- of two Lords and a Master-'

'- as powerful as you three,' Fred said.

'Please!' George stressed.

'Get up, you gits,' Harry growled and kicked George in the arse. The youngest twin yelped and scrambled to his feet.

'How rude,' George exclaimed.

'Brought up without proper rules,' Fred tisked.

'He should be taught a lesson,' George grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

'And we would be more then happy to, right, George?'

'Why of course, Fred.'

'You're forgiven,' Lucius said when the twins finally shut up. 'Mr Weasley and Mr Weasley, welcome to Malfoy Manor.'

The twins grinned, bowed from their waists, and shook his hand vigorously.

'Why Mr Malfoy,' George began.

'- you aren't as much a bastard as we've been led to believe,' Fred said.

'Definitely gorgeous though,' George said.

'Oh yes,' his twin agreed.

'Shut it!' Harry shouted and pushed them away.

'Oi, we're going,' the twins said and ducked Harry's arms.

'Stop leering at my mate,' Harry growled again.

'Yes, Lord Potter,' they said together and grinned before ducking into the sitting room.

Harry groaned and went back to his mate and kit.

'They're quite... strange,' Lucius mused.

'Weirdos,' Draco muttered.

'You get used to them,' Harry said, 'they just like a laugh.'

Lucius kissed Harry's cheek and whispered, 'They touched you too much.'

'Well they were practically undressing you with their eyes,' Harry scowled.

Lucius chuckled and kissed him again.

Luna and her father, Xenophilius, arrived in bright orange robes that hurt Harry's eyes. He blinked as Xeno did the bowing and thanking, Luna copying before kissing Harry's cheek.

'Congratulations,' she said dreamily.

Harry frowned. 'Um... for what?'

She just smiled knowingly and led her father into the sitting room.

'What was that about?' Draco asked.

'No idea,' Harry said. 'Luna's smart but a bit out there.'

'Perhaps she was congratulating you on our bond?' Lucius suggested.

'No,' Harry shook his head, 'she already did. She knew we were mates before the public and she said I was lucky.'

Lucius shrugged as they turned to their newest guests.

Andromeda Black had arrived with Neville Longbottom and his grandmother Augusta. Andy looked a bit lost and hid behind the other two pure-bloods.

'Lord Malfoy, Lord Potter, Master Malfoy,' Augusta greeted.

'Lady Longbottom, always a pleasure,' Lucius bowed back.

'Charming as always, I see,' Augusta said before looking at Harry. 'Make sure you whack him when he's being a sod.'

'Grandmother,' Neville groaned.

Harry smiled as Augusta rolled her eyes and flittered away.

'Sorry about her, Lord Malfoy,' Neville said, tilting his head.

'Your grandmother is a strong woman,' Lucius said, 'it's best to accept what she says unless you want a fight.'

'Don't I know it,' Neville said before hugging Harry. Lucius stiffened and didn't relax until Neville had walked away.

'Lord Malfoy,' Andy said tightly.

'Mrs Tonks, welcome to our home,' Lucius said, voice warm.

'Mrs Tonks,' Draco nodded respectfully at his aunt.

'Andromeda, it's wonderful to see you again,' Harry said and hugged the woman tightly. 'Remus and Teddy are in the sitting room.'

Andy managed to look away from Lucius and his son. Her dark eyes shone brightly. 'Is Sirius in there?'

Harry grinned. 'You heard?'

'Caught them snogging in my kitchen,' Andy chuckled. 'Remy had no idea Sirius loved him; that boy can be a bit slow with matters of the heart.'

Harry said, 'So you're okay with them being together?'

'I know Remus loved Dora but she's gone,' Andy said, pain briefly flashing over her beautiful face. 'Dora would want him to move on. Teddy adores Sirius and he'll take good care of them.' She scowled. 'If he knows whats good for him.'

Harry laughed loudly and sent Andy on her way.

'I forgot how funny she could be,' Lucius said.

'You remember Andy?' Harry asked.

His mate nodded. 'She was still part of the family when I was courting Narcissa. Bellatrix was always a little unstable but Andromeda was smart, brave, loyal. Narcissa was devestated when she was disowned.'

'Really?' Harry said and Lucius nodded again. 'Well maybe they can get to know each other again.'

'Perhaps,' Lucius said. 'It would be good for Draco to get to know his aunt.'

'As long as she doesn't curse me like Bellatrix,' Draco shivered.

Harry gave him a quick hug before turning to face their final guests. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Perry Octavian, and Annigail Laveen had been last minute invites. Lucius didn't like Kingsley because of the whole ordeal with the three boys at Hogwarts. But Harry insisted he was actually a good man, had fought bravely, and was trying to make changes at the Ministry. Octavian and Laveen would always be welcome for all the help they'd given.

Kingsley said hello in the traditional manner but Octavian and Laveen followed veela tradition; they hugged Lucius, Harry and Draco like they were best friends. Lucius managed not to go crazy and shout at them for touching his mate. Octavian and Annigail laughed and went to join the party.

'Well, that's everyone,' Lucius said and held his arm out to Harry. 'Lord Potter?'

Harry blushed but threaded his arm through Lucius'. 'Why Lord Malfoy, I would be delighted.'

Draco snorted and followed them into the sitting room.

 

{oOo}

 

The party was only slightly formal; everyone was well aware that they were in Malfoy Manor and nobody stuffed around at Malfoy Manor (except the Weasley twins). Everyone was courteous and quiet, enjoying each other's company and just having fun. Lucius was sweet and kind to everyone though he kept a firm arm around Harry's waist whenever anyone got too close.

Harry told Albus all about his and Lucius' Animagus forms as well as their elemental abilities. The Headmaster was thrilled that they were developing so quickly.

Sirius and Remus only had eyes for each other and the few short times they could stop kissing and standing together was spent talking to Andromeda or Severus.

Draco flittered about the room, talking to Hermione or Ron, sometimes the Weasley twins (who managed to be in five places at once to shout about how forgiving Harry was). Surprisingly Draco, Neville and Luna migrated into a corner together, talking about their seperate childhoods; Draco's with both parents, Neville's with his grandmother, and Luna's with her father after her mum died.

Harry was glad to see everyone getting along. Narcissa and her partner, Christian, struck up conversations with Octavian and Annigail.

Dobby popped into view beside Luicus and said, 'Dinner is being ready, Masters.'

'Thank you, Dobby,' Lucius said and cleared his throat. 'Dinner is served, please follow us.'

He and Harry led the group to the dining room. The table had been enlarged to fit them all. Lucius sat at the head of the table with Harry right beside him on the same side. It wasn't usually proper; the head of the table was always for the Patriarch or Matriarch of the family. But Lucius saw Harry as his equal, regardless of their dominance or submission. Harry was his equal so he would sit on the same side.

When everyone settled and the soup had been served, Augusta continued the conversation she'd been having with Hagrid and Albus.

'Well there are so many different people here,' Augusta said. 'Miss Granger is a Muggle-born, my grandson Neville and the Weasleys are pure-bloods, young Lord Potter is a half-blood, the Malfoys are veela, Mr Lupin is a werewolf, Mr Black an Animagus, and Hagrid's a half-giant. Who would have thought Malfoy Manor would draw such a diverse group?'

'They are all welcome,' Lucius said as he folded his napkin over his lap.

The woman smiled. 'I never said they weren't, young man. But you must admit, it is a strange group.'

'They're all loyal and fun people,' Harry said, gesturing his spoon around.

Augusta smiled. 'And they wouldn't be here together if not for your union with Lord Malfoy.'

'A toast then,' Remus cut in and all eyes went to him. 'To Harry and Lucius; I'm glad they found each other and could unite despite adversity.'

Severus raised his glass and soon everyone had joined them, a chorus of, 'To Harry and Lucius,' echoing around the room.

Harry blushed and Lucius planted a soft kiss on his cheek. 'I love you.'

'Love you too,' Harry said.

'AWWWEEE!' the twins cried. Bill and Ron, sitting either side of them, whacked them over the back of their heads. 'OI!' they shouted.

The table laughed.

There was the sounds of clinking spoons as everyone sipped their soup. A lot of murmured approvals could be heard before people asked for rolls and started talking again.

Narcissa, who was sitting between Christian and Hermione, said, 'So, Mr Potter-'

'Please, call me Harry,' the teenager cut in.

Narcissa inclined her head. 'Harry, then,' she said. 'I assume you and Lucius have completed your bond?'

Harry burned red as Lucius said, 'Yes we did; about a week ago.'

Sirius and Draco both grimaced, Remus and Severus smirking at them.

'I'm glad,' Narcissa said. 'You had to wait so long, Lucius. I trust you are happy?'

Lucius nodded and kissed Harry again. 'I'm happier then I've ever been.'

Narcissa smiled. 'Now we just have to hope Draco doesn't have to wait.'

'He won't,' Octavian said, smiling over his soup.

'His mate is just around the corner,' Laveen nodded.

'Perhaps right under his very nose,' Luna added dreamily.

The two veelas shared a knowing look and Draco huffed in frustration. Not for the first time Harry wondered if Luna was a seer.

'I wish they'd just bloody tell me,' Draco muttered.

'Kit, language,' Harry said.

'He's like the mummy,' Fred grinned.

'Mummy Harry,' George said.

'Mummy Malfoy,' Fred corrected, looking at his twin.

'Mummy Harry Malfoy?' they both tried.

'I like Mummy Harry,' George said.

'No, Mummy Malfoy,' his twin disagreed.

'Mummy Harry,' George tried again.

'Mummy Malfoy,' Fred shot back.

'Shut up, the pair of you,' Harry growled.

'No, they're right,' Draco grinned and held out his goblet. 'Can I please have some more wine, Mummy?'

Narcissa and Lucius both chuckled as Harry scowled. But the teenager couldn't help himself and called Dobby to pour Draco more wine.

'Cheers,' the Slytherin grinned and took a sip.

'I hate you all,' Harry fumed.

'Do not,' Lucius said and kissed his cheek.

Harry blushed at the amount of grins thrown his way.

 

{oOo}

 

Dinner passed without anyone hexing or shouting at each other (unless you counted Sirius' goblet tipping over his lap as a hex. The Animagus swore Severus had jinxed it but the potions master just smiled innocently). They moved back into the sitting room where a table of crackers, dip, and a number of other snacks and drinks were laid out in case anyone wanted something. Extra sofas and arm chairs had been added, the fires at either end lit.

The party was winding down and everyone looked comfortable. Harry was sitting on Lucius' lap at the far end of the room, watching Draco at the table. His kit was examining a sandwhich and bumping into a fair amount of people in the process.

Suddenly Draco froze and the Band around Harry's heart that tied him to his kit squeezed tightly. Warmth quickly followed by wonder spread through Harry's chest. Harry, and now Lucius, watched as Draco wheeled around, eyes scanning the crowd. He looked to his left, where a number of red-heads were laughing and teasing each other, before swallowing thickly.

Fear now spread through Harry's heart and Lucius said, 'Go check on him.'

Harry nodded and excused himself, leaving Lucius to speak with Albus, Andromeda, Narcissa and Christian. Harry quickly pushed through the crowd and grabbed Draco.

'What's wrong?'

Draco was pale and shaking slightly, eyes wide and darting around the room. Harry pulled him from the sitting room and out into the foyer.

'Draco, what is it?' Harry asked as they stood near the front door. Snow was falling past the front windows and a fire burned in the hearth to their left.

'I found my mate,' Draco suddenly said.

Harry's eyebrows jumped up. 'What?'

'I found my mate,' the blonde repeated.

'Erm... okay,' Harry said and glanced around. 'Someone here?'

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Duh.'

'Sorry,' Harry apologised before stepping closer. 'Who is it?' Here Draco groaned and Harry wrapped an arm around him. 'What's wrong?'

Draco looked up at him, pale grey eyes wide.

'Draco?'

'I don't know.'

Harry frowned. 'Don't know what?'

'I don't know who my mate is.'

'How can you not know?' Harry asked.

Draco sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. 'All I saw was red hair.'

Chapter 29: Draco's Mate

Notes:

Author's Note: Draco's mate was voted for over on FFN. I only offered choices, the readers picked, so no hate mail about Draco's mate, please. If you dislike it, don't read the story.

'All you saw was red hair?' Harry asked and Draco nodded. He looked back at the sitting room. Arthur, Bill, Fred, George, and Ron all had red hair. 'Erm... that's not a lot to go on, Draco.'

'He was tall,' Draco tried.

Harry snorted. All the Weasleys were stupidly tall.

'What do I do?' Draco groaned. 'I can't let him go, not now. We have to find him!'

'Calm down, Kit,' Harry said, running a hand through the older boy's hair. 'We'll find him, okay?'

Harry's brain seemed to be processing this slowly. Draco had found his mate. It was a male. It was a Weasley. Draco didn't know which one. He snorted again but turned it into a cough when Draco scowled at him.

'Problem?' Lucius asked as he appeared, having felt Draco's continued distress through his Draco Band.

'Draco found his mate,' Harry said.

Lucius blinked before grinning broadly. 'Really?' When Draco nodded, his father pulled him into a strong hug. 'Oh, Kit, I'm so happy for you.'

'There's a problem,' Harry said.

'Are they married?' Lucius asked.

Harry shook his head before thinking of Arthur and Bill. 'Erm... maybe.' He thought about how funny it would be if Draco was bonded to Arthur, a man older than his father. He giggled and Draco whacked him.

'Stop laughing!' he hissed.

'I'm not laughing,' Harry said, rubbing his shoulder.

'Would someone please tell me the problem?' Lucius demanded.

'He doesn't know who it is, only that it's a Weasley,' Harry explained.

Lucius frowned.

'I brushed against someone at the table,' Draco said. 'I felt... all warm and tingly and I just knew. But when I turned around, all I saw was a flash of red hair before the person disappeared. They're still here, I can feel it.'

He was looking at the sitting room anxiously and didn't notice his father's frown.

"Lucius?" Harry asked silently.

"Of course he's bonded to a Weasley," Lucius groaned.

Harry smiled. "The Weasleys are a fine family."

Lucius frowned before saying, "I suppose that's true; they have been nothing but kind and understanding since arriving."

"Because they love me," Harry said, linking his fingers through Lucius'. "Soon they'll love you too... especially since one of them is your kit's soulmate."

Lucius sighed but squeezed Harry's hand.

'How are we going to find Draco's mate?' Harry asked outloud.

'Simple,' Lucius said. 'We make sure Draco shakes everybody's hand at the end of the night. He'll be able to tell who his mate is.'

Draco grinned, hugging his dad tightly. 'You're a genius.'

'I know,' Lucius smirked. Harry rolled his eyes.

'I can't wait until this stupid party ends,' Draco murmured.

'It's not stupid,' Harry and Lucius both said.

Draco ignored them.

 

{oOo}

 

While Draco was busy fretting, and Lucius smirking, Harry asked Hermione to meet him out in the corridor. When she did Harry grabbed her arm and tugged her down the hall towards the staircase.

'Harry?' she questioned.

'Just follow me,' the wizard said and pulled her up the marble stairs. They walked along another corridor before crossing through two more doors.

'Harry, what's wrong?' Hermione asked. 'I don't need an angry veela chasing after me thinking I've stolen his mate. You're handsome and all but-'

'You prefer red-heads?' Harry snickered. Hermione burned red and Harry said, 'I'm glad you and Ron are finally pulling your heads out.'

'He hasn't asked me out or anything,' Hermione admitted.

'But you were holding hands after the battle,' Harry said, letting Hermione's hand go. She followed him down a dark corridor done in earthy tones. 'And I've seen you two acting all cosy.'

'Well yeah, we've kissed a bit, but he hasn't asked me out.'

'Want me to talk to him?'

'No,' Hermione shook his head as they finally stopped. 'He has to do this on his own.'

Harry threw a look at her; he badly hoped that Ron wasn't Draco's mate.

They were standing before two large double doors and Hermione asked, 'Where are we?'

Harry just smiled and pushed the dark wooden doors open. They entered a long sitting room that stretched out either side of the doors. To their right was a sofa and two armchairs around a low cofee table, a window with green drapes letting moonlight in. To their left the three walls were covered in bookcases filled with large tombs, small paper-back novels, as well as framed photos of Lucius' family as well as Harry's. Another table had documents stacked in tall piles, a leather armchair facing the lot. Either side of the doors were large green-marble fireplaces that were currently empty.

'This is beautiful,' Hermione said.

'The whole Manor's so gorgeous, I love it,' Harry smiled.

Hermione turned her own smile on him. 'I'm glad, Harry. I can see you and Lucius running around after little Malfoy-Potters.'

Harry chuckled and led her through the room, to a dark wooden door opposite them. 'I can see our kids being a handful and Lucius spoiling them.'

Hermione giggled as Harry opened the door. 'I can picture Lucius Malfoy running around the grounds after a half-naked little boy who wants to play Quidditch.'

'Half-naked?' Harry asked. He stepped into the room and Hermione followed.

'My cousin had a naked faze; either refused to wear a shirt or his nappie.' She looked around. 'Is this the main bedroom?'

'Mine and Lucius', yeah,' Harry nodded.

It was done in black, dark greens, and silver. The carpet was grey, like the sitting room Hermione had just been in, and the drapes on the floor-to-ceiling windows to their right were black trimmed with silver. There was a door to their right, currently open, and showed a large walk-in wardobe with racks and drawers on either side.

To their left was another door between two large dark wooded dressers, this one also open and showing a bathroom. The tiles around the bear-claw bathtub and glass-walled shower (both of which Hermione was sure could fit all of Ron's family) were dark green and silver, the tiles on the floor black and white. The ceiling was a dull grey with green trimming and the long sink, filled with moisturisers and brushes, was white marble. Next to the bathtub was another small marble shelf with bottles of conditioner and soap.

Hermione gaped as she turned back to look at the king-sized bed which took pride and centre in the middle of the room. It was made of dark wood, the headboard thick and beautifully carved, snakes and a large M adorning it. The four posters were also carved with snakes and the drapes, currently drawn back and fixed to the canopy with green ropes, were black. The sheets, which Hermione were sure were silk, were all black.

'Merlin, Harry, this is amazing,' Hermione said, sitting on the wooden chest at the end of the bed. It was topped with black leather and Hermione saw that the sofa and two armchairs beneath the windows were also leather.

'Lucius doesn't do anything by halves,' Harry agreed while walking to his wardrobe.

'So why did you bring me to your bedroom?' Hermione asked. 'Suddenly like women?' she joked.

Harry grimaced as he came back in carrying a few small cardboard boxes. 'Merlin, no.'

Hermione just smiled as Harry set the boxes on the floor and waved his hand. They re-sized, two of the boxes large and thin, the other three smaller. Hermione tilted her head, reading the sides.

'Flatscreen TV... video player?'

Harry nodded and sat beisde her. 'Lucius has been reading up on Muggles, their technology in particular. You saw the bookcases out there, yeah?' He pointed to the sitting room that could just be seen through the bedroom door and Hermione nodded. 'Those are recreational reading. His study is filled with business books, the libraries with... well, everything.

'We keep our pleasure reading in our personal sitting room. My Dark Arts, Quidditch, and creature books are out there, as well as every book Lucius has bought on Muggle technology, electricity, all kinds of stuff.'

'Lucius loves Muggle technology?' Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, leaning back. 'He loves knowledge, you know that, anything to fill the vast spaces in his head. On our first date I tried to explain electricity to him but I know little about it so we bought some books, visited some stores... then, for his birthday, I bought him some videos.

'He loved them and I said I'd get him a television for the Manor as well as a player. I ordered them by Muggle post; two televisions, a video player, a DVD player, and a box of DVDs were delivered yesterday,' Harry said.

'M'kay,' Hermione nodded, familiar with Muggle technology. 'So... why am I here?'

Here Harry blushed and looked down, running a hand through his hair.

'Oh,' Hermione grinned. 'You don't know how to set it all up.'

Harry nodded. 'The instructions make no sense.' Hermione giggled. 'They don't,' he insisted. 'That's not to mention the fact that the Manor isn't set up for Muggle technology; there aren't any powerpoints or anything.'

'Ah, well I can help you,' Hermione said and hiked her dress up. She slid her wand from a strap around her thigh and Harry watched. 'You really are gay,' Hermione mused.

'What?' Harry said, looking up at her.

'Not a blush or eye-pop anywhere,' she chuckled.

Harry smiled. 'Hermione, you're beautiful, but believe me; Lucius' thighs are the only ones that get my blood boiling.'

Hermione giggled again and waved her wand. One of the televisions began to unpack itself and Hermione asked, 'So you want one in here, yes?' Her best friend nodded. 'And the video and DVD players?'

Harry nodded again. 'I got another TV for the sitting room downstairs and I'll get some more if Lucius likes them.'

'I created a handy little spell to run technology off of magic,' Hermione explained as she twirled her wand, making the TV rise and set itself on the cabinet across from them.

'Really?' Harry asked.

'I've been experimenting with magic since I turned seventeen,' Hermione said. 'I've got all the appliances at my parents' house set up to run off magic, they don't have to use electricity. Saves them money and also helps the earth.'

'You're brilliant,' Harry breathed.

'I know,' Hermione smiled before getting back to work. In next to no time she had the TV, video player, and DVD player set up. 'Now, I've got it set up so you can get normal channels as well as watch videos and DVDs,' she said. 'But you can't use magic to change the channel or anything; you have to do it all by hand.'

Harry nodded and hugged Hermione quickly. 'Thank you so much.'

There was a soft cough and they broke apart to see Lucius, the blonde scowling, arms crossed.

'Mr Malfoy,' Hermione squeaked and quicky stepped away from Harry.

'Miss Granger,' Lucius murmured, voice a soft growl. 'May I ask why you're both in the bedroom... hugging?'

He looked really angry and Harry could feel jealousy coursing through his chest from his Lucius Band.

'Luce, it's not what you think,' Harry said quickly.

'Then what is it?' Lucius demanded.

Harry held his hand out and Lucius crossed the room, glaring at Hermione as he took his mate's hand, threading their fingers together.

'Hermione was helping me with your Christmas present.'

'Christmas present?' Lucius said, confusion now spreading across his handsome face.

Harry nodded and pointed at the cabinet. Lucius turned and stared at the TV and two players.

'Harry-'

'I didn't know how to set them up and Hermione helped me,' Harry said and quickly explained everything.

Lucius began to relax and soon a smile spread across his face. 'You did all of this for me?'

'Of course I did,' Harry said. 'What did you think, I was dragging Hermione away to have sex?' Lucius blushed but shot a glare at Hermione, who smiled while keeping a good distance. Harry snorted and pulled Lucius down by the hair. 'Silly veela,' he chastised. 'I love you.'

He pressed his lips to Lucius' and the Slytherin groaned, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and tugging him close. Hermione stood watching before Lucius pulled at Harry's tie, quickly getting it down far enough to start on the teenager's buttons.

'Er, well... I'll just go,' Hermione said and backed to the door quickly. 'Harry, just let me know if you want help with the TV in the sitting room.'

Harry groaned as Lucius backed him towards the bed and Hermione shut the door. She heard a thump, followed by Harry's begging, and burned red as she quickly returned to the party.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry and Lucius re-joined the party, Harry patting his hair down and adjusting his tie. Severus smirked at them knowingly and Lucius smiled smugly. Hermione was across the room beside Ron and raised an eyebrow as she glanced down. Harry followed her train of sight and realised his fly was open. Blushing fiercely, he did it up quickly, Hermione giggling.

Soon (though not in Draco's eyes) the party came to an end. Luna and her father were the first to go. To be on the safe side, Lucius told Draco to shake both their hands. Luna kissed his cheek and said, 'Your mate is here, Draco. You'll be together soon.'

Draco's mouth fell open and Xeno thanked the three.

'Congratulations again, Harry,' Luna said. She smiled knowingly before leaving with her dad.

'They are so odd,' Draco mumbled.

'Awesomely odd,' Harry grinned.

Neville and his grandmother left next, shaking Lucius' hand as well as Draco's. Harry grinned when Draco shook Augusta's hand.

'See you next year, yeah?' Neville said.

Harry nodded. 'Maybe come visit later in the holidays?'

'Of course,' Neville said and waved before leaving.

'So not Neville?' Harry asked. Draco shook his head.

'What about Augusta?' Lucius asked.

'Yuck, Dad,' Draco spluttered.

Lucius grinned. 'She's a fine woman.'

'Yeah, for a dinosaur,' Draco grumbled.

Harry and Lucius snickered.

Narcissa and Christian came to the door with Andromeda, Sirius, Remus, Severus and Teddy.

'Wonderful party, Lucius, Harry,' Narcissa said before kissing her son on the cheek. Draco grabbed Christian's hand and shook it before scowling.

'Erm...' Christian said.

'Apologies, I'm feeling unwell,' Draco muttered before turning to stare at the sitting room.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow and Lucius said, 'He'll owl you.'

She nodded and turned to Andromeda. 'Andromeda, it was lovely seeing you.'

'You too, Narcissa,' Andy smiled. 'Perhaps we can have tea sometime? You can get to know Teddy.'

Narcissa smiled at the little baby, who had platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He shook his head and changed back to his usual brown hair and amber eyes. 'Yes, that would be lovely,' Narcissa said.

Andy thanked Lucius after Narcissa and her partner had left.

'Not a problem,' Lucius said.

'You can stay the night if you want, Andy,' Harry said.

'That's okay, honey, Remy and Siri are bringing Teddy over for the week,' Andy said. 'Maybe another time.'

'M'kay,' Harry said and hugged her quickly.

Draco shook her hand as well as Sirius', Remus', and even Teddy's. His scowl deepened and Sirius said, 'What's wrong with him?'

'Tell you later,' Harry promised.

'Sev, shake Draco's hand,' Lucius said once he, Harry and Draco were alone with the other Slytherin.

Severus raised an eyebrow but did as asked. Draco rolled his eyes. 'Father, I have touched Uncle Sev numerous times since turning seventeen.'

'What are you babbling about?' Severus asked.

'Draco found his mate,' Lucius said before quickly explaining what had happened.

Severus snorted. 'Urgh, a Weasley.' Draco growled and Severus smiled. 'Yes, yes, you adore them already. I'm retiring for the night; good luck, Draco.'

With that he swept away.

'Bastard,' Draco muttered.

Hagrid and Albus headed back to Hogwarts at the same time and Draco looked like he was going to faint when he shook their hands. Thankfully neither was his mate. Hagrid stumbled outside, a bit tipsy from all the wine, and Albus smiled at them all.

'Well thank you for a lovely evening.'

'Thanks for coming, sir,' Harry beamed.

'Draco, I hope you find your mate,' Albus said, winking at the blonde before disappearing.

'How the hell does he do that?' Draco demanded.

'Magical lemon drops,' Harry answered.

Lucius snorted as the three turned to see off the two veelas and the Minister. None of them was Draco's mate, which just left the Weasleys. Arthur was ruled out first, Draco breathing a heavy sigh of relief that confused the Weasley patriarch.

Bill smiled and hugged Harry as his wife said goodbye to Draco and Lucius. Bill shook Draco's hand and raised an eyebrow when Draco pushed him away. The blonde shook his head at Lucius.

Draco kissed Fleur's hand, he'd already ruled out Hermione earlier that night, and the veela smiled down at him.

So that leaves... Harry thought before turning back to the sitting room. The twins and Ron were pushing and shoving each other as they came out of the sitting room.

'Gerroff!' Ron shouted, grabbing at his robes.

'Ah, but Ronnie, you look adorable without them,' George said.

'Absolutely gorgeous,' Fred added.

'Hermione will notice,' George teased.

'What?' Hermione spluttered, face turning red.

'Shut up!' Ron shouted.

Arthur sighed. 'I'm sorry about his, Lucius.'

'Boys will be boys,' Lucius said and glanced at Draco. Draco was eyeing the three, eyes flicking between them. Harry wondered which was his mate; Fred, George, or Ron? Harry kind of hoped it was one of the twins; he was sure Hermione was in love with Ron.

They got closer and Draco was practically vibrating with nerves and anticipation. Suddenly Fred let go and his younger brother went flying, knocking into Lucius. Draco helped him up and sighed in relief, setting Ron on his feet.

'Careful there, Weasley,' he said before turning to the twins.

'Sorry,' Fred said.

'Can't help ourselves,' George added.

'We're leaving, boys,' Arthur said. 'Lucius, Harry, Draco, thank you for having us.'

'Not a problem, Arthur,' Lucius said, shaking his hand while keeping an eye on the twins.

'We'll miss you!' they shouted and hugged Harry tightly.

'I think you should hug Draco too,' Harry said.

George was the first to fling Harry aside, always ready to hug a gorgeous boy. He threw his arms around Draco, who gasped loudly. George froze before frowning and drawing back, looking at his hands.

'What just happened?' he asked.

Draco was incapable of speech, just staring at George with wide eyes. Harry looked at Lucius, who nodded. They could both feel it; Draco had found his mate.

Lucius turned to usher the Weasleys out, George included. Draco needed time to process it before letting George know.

Fred stared from Draco to his twin before shrugging. He hugged Draco too. Draco's mouth dropped open and Fred jumped back.

'What the hell?' the red-head exclaimed.

Harry frowned as Draco ran, quickly disappearing down the corridor that led to his bedroom.

Fred looked at Harry and said, 'He just... it felt... I'm confused.'

Lucius quickly pushed Fred out, he and his brother continuing to say that something felt off. Harry left Lucius to it and went after his kit.

He found Draco pacing in his room, blonde hair messy and robes thrown on the floor. His shirt was coming undone and he was muttering to himself.

'Draco, what's wrong?' Harry asked.

'How... how... this can't be happening,' Draco murmured.

'What's wrong?' Harry repeated. 'I thought George Weasley was your mate.'

'He is,' Draco said.

'So what's the problem?' Harry asked.

Draco stopped pacing and stared at him, grey eyes wide and confused.

'Draco?'

'I felt the same thing with the other one.'

'Fred?' Draco nodded and Harry frowned. 'Wait, so you felt warmth and safety coming from George...'

'And I felt warmth and safety coming from Fred too,' Draco said. 'I felt it from both of them.'

'So... they're both your mate?' Harry asked.

'But how can that be possible?' Draco demanded. 'You're only supposed to have one mate.'

'Maybe it's because they're twins,' Harry tried. 'I know that they're seperate people but Fred and George are so alike it's scary.'

Draco shook his head. 'There must be something wrong with me.'

'There's nothing wrong with you,' Harry said softly.

'No, there is,' Draco groaned. 'I can't have a mate if I can't tell which one it is.'

'Draco, there's nothing wrong with you,' Lucius said from the doorway. Harry and Draco turned to look at him. 'Sit,' Lucius said and they both did, Lucius sitting on the sofa beside his mate. 'Now, tell me why you think there's something wrong with you,' Lucius said.

Draco re-explained everything and Lucius listened in silence. When his son was done, he leaned back on the sofa, face thoughtful.

'Hmm... this is very rare,' Lucius finally said and the two teenagers looked at him. 'You, my dear kit, are a switch veela.'

Draco frowned. 'A what?'

Lucius leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his linked hands. 'You understand that in my case, I am the dominant veela and Harry is my submissive?'

Draco nodded and said, 'Yeah...'

'Well that means that he takes over the parenting role more then me; he bears any young we have, feeds them, takes care of them. My part isn't as important in that sense; Harry is the mother and is responsible for our kit's formative years.

'What this also means is that Harry has a powerful protective streak, even more so then me. He cannot see clearly when it comes to our kit; his first priority is protection, no matter what the cost. As the dominant, I can look at it subjectively.'

'Like... Harry will hate my mate at first because he thinks no one's good enough?' Draco asked. 'But you'll be able to accept them into the family straight away?'

'Exactly,' Lucius nodded. 'Being the dominant also means that I take control in the bedroom.' Draco looked disgusted but his father raised a hand. 'Let me finish.' Draco nodded and Lucius continued. 'I take the dominant role when we have sex; I am the top, Harry the bottom, because it's in my nature to take him. I can't let him do that to me.

'Another aspect is Harry's power over me; he can control me when he needs to calm me down. I live to protect and serve him, to make sure he's happy. As long as Harry is safe and happy, I will be happy too.'

'You make it sound like being the submissive is... better,' Draco said honestly.

Lucius smiled. 'It some ways it is; Harry has me wrapped around his beautiful little finger.'

Harry giggled and Lucius grinned before winking at him. Draco rolled his eyes and said, 'What's this got to do with me?'

'You have two mates,' Lucius said, leaning back on the sofa. 'When that happens, it means that you are neither dominant nor submissive; you are both.'

Draco frowned. 'But how's that possible?'

'It happens every hundred years or so, it's very rare,' Lucius said. 'Usually a veela's personality shapes around what role they are; for me, I am strong, cunning, manipulative, and hold family above all else,' he said. 'I get my own way a lot because it's in my nature.

'Harry is gentle, kind, brave, and wants a family, wants to protect everyone. In part this is because he was born to be my submissive.'

'That actually makes sense,' Harry mused. 'I'm always putting myself last and everyone else first.'

'Because you would do so for our kit or for me,' Lucius said, threading his fingers through Harry's own. 'You are remarkable.'

Harry grinned.

'Back to me,' Draco said, snapping his fingers.

The couple laughed before Lucius turned back to their kit. 'In your case, Draco, you are manipulative, cunning, and like getting your own way; dominant. You are also protective, accepting the Dark Mark to save your mother and me, you put us before yourself; submissive. You are both because you have two mates, you were destined to be both.'

'So what's that mean?' Harry asked.

'It means that one of the twins will be Draco's dominant, while the other will be his submissive,' Lucius explained. Draco's mouth fell open. 'Yes, Draco, that means that you can impregnate one Weasley and bear for the other. You will be able to calm one down with your submission, while the other will calm you down. You get to play both roles.'

He leaned back and sighed slightly, eyes glazing over.

"You wish you could be both, don't you?" Harry asked silently.

Lucius nodded slightly. "I'm happy with you, love, don't get me wrong; I don't want anyone else and I'd hate to share you." Harry smiled. "But sometimes I do wish I could experience carrying a child, or letting you take me."

"And you can't at all?" Harry asked.

Lucius shook his head and said, "I just can't, Harry. The thought of submitting to you makes my veela growl in rage. While it would be interesting to experience that type of pleasure, the thought of actually doing it makes me feel enraged. I want to take you over this sofa right now just to prove that it's my role."

Harry moaned and Draco said, 'Oi, snap out of it, I need help here.'

The couple looked away from each other and Harry said, 'Sorry, Draco.'

The young veela shrugged and said, 'How do I know which Weasley is which?'

'As soon as you start to spend time together, get to know each other, you'll know,' Lucius said. 'One will act posessive of you while the other will want your comfort.'

'But Harry acts posessive of you,' Draco said.

'We've been together some time now,' Lucius said. 'Both twins will do that eventually but at the end of the day one will lead you, the other will follow.'

Harry snorted and Lucius glanced at him. 'I don't follow anyone,' the Gryffindor said.

Lucius raised an eyebrow before putting his hand on Harry's thigh. The teenager shivered and Lucius said, 'Oh really?'

Harry rolled his eyes and nudged Lucius away. The Slytherin grinned before turning to Draco. 'Invite Misters Weasley to dinner some time this week and we'll explain everything. Harry, will they take it well?'

'Most likely,' Harry nodded. 'They have the ability to ignore people's pasts and get to know them. I think they'll like the idea.' He frowned suddenly. 'They'd better not touch you.'

Draco groaned and Lucius smirked. 'Welcome to mating,' he told his son.

Draco groaned again.

Chapter 30: Fred & George Weasley

Draco was fretting; walking around the Manor, muttering under his breath, and scowling at anything that dared get in his way (this included walls and doors). Harry had owled the twins and asked them to come over the Saturday following the dinner party. They'd agreed and would be appearing for lunch at midday.

Draco had been up since six; he didn't know what to wear, how to act, what to say, how they'd act. Would they like him? Would they want to bond with him? Would they-

Finally Lucius lost it and shouted, 'Draco, for the love of Salazar, sit down and shut up!'

Draco pouted and threw himself into an armchair, arms crossed and blonde head down.

'Relax, Draco,' Severus said to his godson. 'The twins will accept you.'

'You can't know that,' Draco muttered, checking his watch for the four-hundredth time that morning.

'They'll die if they don't,' Severus reminded him.

Draco scowled and Harry said, 'They'll accept the bond because they want to, not because they'll die.'

It helped until Draco checked his watch again and leapt to his feet. 'What am I going to wear?'

He darted out of the room and Lucius sighed.

'I'll go help him,' Harry said and stood.

'You?' Severus asked, glancing up from the chess board.

'Yes, me,' Harry huffed.

'Severus, please don't insult my mate,' Lucius said before moving a piece. 'Check.'

Severus scowled and moved his king. 'All I'm saying is that Harry doesn't have the best fashion sense.'

'It's better than yours,' Harry sniffed. 'Honestly, you look like a bat.'

'Maybe that's intentional,' Severus said.

'Check,' Lucius murmured. 'Harry, go help Draco, I'll come in after I beat Severus.'

'So four hours?' Severus teased, moving his bishop.

Lucius rolled his eyes and positioned his queen. 'Check.'

Harry smiled and kissed his mate before going to help Draco.

Four seconds later he heard Lucius say, 'Ceck mate.'

'Blonde git,' Severus growled.

Harry giggled.

 

{oOo}

 

'You look fine,' Harry said for the tenth time.

'I do not,' Draco pouted.

'You look like you usually do,' Severus commented.

'That's the problem,' his godson growled.

'Draco, you don't have to dress up for them,' Harry said. 'You want the twins to get to know the real you, not the Malfoy heir that everyone else sees.'

Draco glanced down at his silver button-up shirt and black trousers. 'Do I really look okay?'

'Yes!' Lucius, Harry and Severus all said.

Draco smiled. There was a knock on the door and he froze completely. Harry answered and smiled at the twins. They were both wearing denim jeans and black coats. But Fred had on a green shirt and red scarf, George a red shirt and green scarf.

'Who dresses you?' Harry asked.

'Our mother, why?' Fred and George grinned before hugging him.

'Idiots,' Harry said and led them in.

Fred brushed snow from his shoulders as George said, 'Mr Malfoy, thank you for inviting us over again.'

'My pleasure; and please, call me Lucius,' Lucius smiled.

Harry took their coats and Dobby came to collect them. Lucius led them all into the smaller sitting room, Severus re-setting the chess board.

'Who won?' Fred asked.

Severus scowled and Lucius smirked.

'Mr Malfoy,' George said.

'I'll play you, Professor,' Fred said to Severus. 'I can never win at home.'

'I'm too good,' George said.

'You and stupid Ronnikins,' Fred scowled.

'And Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Dad-' George began, only for his twin to elbow him in the stomach.

'So you suck at chess?' Harry asked Fred, who nodded. 'Me too; everyone beats me.'

'So a losers tournament,' the eldest twin mused. 'I'm game if you are.'

Harry grinned as Lucius said, 'Everyone, sit. Dobby and Griffy will bring refreshments and sandwhiches.'

Fred and George exchanged looks, no doubt wondering why they were having lunch in the sitting room.

'He's really not as uptight as everyone thinks,' Harry said.

'No, he's further up himself than that,' Severus said.

The twins snorted, Fred saying, 'You know, Professor, you're not as bad as I've always thought.'

'Quite amusing,' George agreed.

'Indubitably, old chum,' Fred grinned.

Harry rolled his eyes and glanced at Draco. The Malfoy heir was sitting still, hands curled into fists on his knees, eyes locked onto the twins. He smiled when he felt fear and lust from his Draco Band. Lucius scowled at his son, rubbing his chest.

"Now you know how Draco feels when we get horny," Harry told him silently.

"It's awful," Lucius groaned.

Harry smiled.

'So-' Fred began.

'- why are we here?' George asked.

'Surely you didn't miss us that much, Harry dear,' Fred said.

'We know you love us-' George grinned.

'- but really, control yourself,' Fred tisked.

'After all-'

'- we don't want an angry veela-'

'- coming after us,' George said.

'And tearing us limb from limb,' Fred finished.

Harry smiled and leaned into his mate, Lucius wrapping an arm around him. 'How about we eat, talk a bit, and we'll explain everything afterwards?'

Fred and George paused, eyes on each other, before they nodded. 'Okay,' they both said, 'but you better explain why Lucius Juniour felt weird.'

Draco blushed darkly and looked down, hair falling into his eyes. George shifted forward to play chess with Severus and Fred and Draco both watched.

"So far so good," Lucius commented silently.

"Mm," Harry agreed with a slight nod.

'Oi, you totally cheated!' George shouted as Severus took his queen and check mated him in five moves.

'No I didn't,' Severus smirked.

'Did too,' Fred said.

'He might have,' Draco agreed.

'Oh yes, side with them,' Severus scowled.

'Severus,' Lucius warned.

The other Slytherin huffed and folded his arms.

'I demand to play with someone trustworthy,' George said before his eyes settled on Draco. 'How about you, gorgeous?'

Draco's face turned bright red but he nodded and swapped seats with Severus. Severus rolled his eyes as Draco shakily moved his first piece. Fred had moved closer and grinned as Draco stole a pawn.

'Smart little dragon,' Fred said.

'I like them smart,' George murmured, smiling up at a still blushing Draco.

'Oh yes, me too,' Fred agreed.

They both grinned and Draco looked down, face the colour of a tomato. Severus rolled his eyes and called Dobby for some wine. Lucius and Harry smiled at each other.

 

{oOo}

 

After lunch, Fred and George sat back on the sofa with Draco in the armchair closest to them. Harry and Lucius were sharing one of the other armchairs. Severus stood suddenly and smoothed down his robes.

'Gentlemen, I'll leave you to it,' he said. 'Lucius, may I use your potions lab?'

'Of course, you never have to ask,' Lucius said.

Severus thanked him, threw a look at Draco, and left.

'Okay, so what's going on?' George asked. 'You called us here for lunch without Ron or Hermione.'

'Something's up,' Fred said and looked from Harry to Lucius to Draco.

Draco turned red and looked down, staring at his shoes. Lucius sighed before sitting forward, Harry propping himself up on his lap.

'We are aware that you felt... something, when saying goodbye to Draco at that dinner party last week,' Lucius began.

'It was weird,' Fred said.

'It was warm and comforting,' George added.

'And nice,' Fred nodded.

Lucius opened his mouth to continue but Draco stood. 'Father, Harry, may I have a word with them alone?'

They couple glanced at him. 'Are you sure, Draco?' Harry asked.

'We can stay if you want,' Lucius added.

Their kit nodded. 'I'll call if I need you.'

'Alright,' Harry said and stood, Lucius getting to his feet. They stepped out of the sitting room and closed the door. Harry looked up at his mate. 'Listen at the door?'

'Oh yes,' Lucius said.

They both grinned and pressed their ears to the door.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco stared at the door, entire body feeling tense.

'Malfoy?' Fred said.

'Are you okay?' George asked.

Draco steeled himself and turned to face them. Both sat on the sofa, twin expressions of concern and confusion on their faces. Draco thought they were beautiful.

They looked exactly the same, apart from the fact that George had scared skin and a hole where his left ear used to be. Their flaming red hair was short and brushed down, their fringes reaching their eyebrows. They had pale skin that was clear, though George had a mole on his neck where Fred didn't. They were identical in every way, right down to the warm and fuzzy feelings Draco was getting from them. He wanted to jump on their laps and never let go.

He took a deep breath and folded his arms. 'There's something I have to tell you,' he said.

'And that would be?' George asked.

'Just... it's hard,' Draco murmured.

'What is?' Fred asked.

'Telling us whatever it is, obviously,' George said.

'And what is 'it'?' Fred asked.

'How would I know?' George said.

'I dunno, you're the smart one,' Fred grinned.

'Nah, I'm the good-looking one,' George said.

'As if, Holey,' Fred muttered.

'The gods had to take something away, I was too gorgeous before,' George said matter-of-factly.

Draco snorted, their entire act amusing him to no end. They were so in-sync it was like they were the same person. But there was subtle differences there that Draco really wanted to learn. He wanted to know each and every thing about them both, as twins and as individual people.

'Well...' the Malfoy heir began again and cleared his throat. 'It's just... um... you know how Harry's my dad's mate?'

'No way,' George gasped.

'We assumed all the hugging and kissing was just an act!' Fred exclaimed.

'Our poor Harry-' George said.

'- taken by Lucius Malfoy!' Fred finished.

'Gods, I'll never get through this,' Draco groaned.

The twins softened and moved apart.

'Sit-' Fred said.

'- and tell us what's wrong,' George said.

They patted the cushion and Draco sat quickly. He was assaulted by their scents and cologne. Fred wore something spicey whereas George's was more earthy. He breathed in deeply before steadying his hands on his knees.

'I have a mate too,' Draco said.

'You mean a soulmate?' Fred asked and Draco nodded.

'You have someone like Harry?' George asked and again Draco nodded.

'Wow,' Fred said.

'Someone made for you,' George mused.

'Perfect in every way,' Fred grinned.

'Kind of like us,' his twin commented.

'Well...' Draco murmured and the twins looked at him. 'When I find my mate I'll feel... warm and safe,' he said, 'and so will they.'

Fred and George frowned.

'Warm?' the eldest asked.

'Safe?' the youngest queried.

Draco nodded.

'Like how we felt-' Fred began, realisation dawning.

'- at the party after we hugged you,' George finished.

'Merlin,' they exlaimed and rounded on Draco, 'are we your mate?'

'Mates,' Draco corrected. 'And yes, you are.'

'Can that happen?' George asked. 'Can you have two mates?'

'According to my father I can,' Draco said and quickly explained how he was a switch veela.

'Merlin,' Fred murmured again.

'That's amazing,' George said.

'Agreed,' Fred nodded. 'First Bill, then Harry-'

'- now us,' his twin butted in.

'Mum'll flip,' Fred said.

'Oh yes,' George said.

'Shit, I don't want to cause problems,' Draco stressed, standing so he could look at both of them. 'Please, I don't want to come between you and your family.'

'They won't care,' Fred said. 'Bill's Fleur's mate and Harry's with Lucius. We've all accepted that.'

'Fleur could never hurt Bill just like your father could never hurt our little brother,' George added. 'Our family gets that.'

'It'll be hard at first,' Fred said, glancing at George.

'Ronnikins will chuck a fit,' George agreed.

'But we don't care,' Fred said.

'We've already decided,' his twin said.

Draco frowned. 'Decided?'

They both grinned and held out a hand each. Draco stepped forward and suddenly found himself in a Weasley twin sandwhich. He blushed deeply as Fred whispered in his right ear.

'We've decided, little dragon-'

'- that we want to be your mates,' George whispered in his other ear.

'We'll do everything in our power-' Fred said.

'- to make sure you're safe,' George said.

'Of that we are certain,' they vowed together.

'So... you're okay with this?' Draco said when he could speak properly.

'Oh yes,' George grinned.

'A beautiful little Slytherin to call our own,' Fred smiled.

'B-Beautiful?' Draco said.

'Sexy,' Fred supplied.

'Gorgeous,' George added.

'Breathtaking,' his brother murmured.

'Absolutely,' George agreed.

'Do you two always do that?' Draco asked.

'Do what?' they asked.

'Finish each other's sentences?'

The twins smiled. 'Finish them, start them, interupt them; we do it all.'

'And we do it together,' George said.

'And we'll love you together,' Fred said.

'Protect you-'

'- keep you safe-'

'- because we want to get to know you,' they said together.

'But... I've done so many horrible things,' Draco murmured.

'Hey, we won't have any of that,' George said, taking Draco's chin in his long fingers. Draco shivered. 'We want to know you, Draco, not the snotty little brat that the rest of the world sees.'

'We know there must be more to you; we've always known,' Fred said.

'Always fancied you too,' George said.

'Oh yeah,' Fred agreed.

'Watching you play Quidditch,' George grinned.

'Acting all sexy in those green robes,' Fred licked his lips.

'Shut up,' Draco said, blushing darkly.

The twins smiled and George brushed Draco's hair back. 'We want to get to know you, little dragon,' he said.

'Will you let us?' Fred asked.

'Harry was right,' Draco said in amazement. 'You really don't care who I used to be.'

They shrugged. 'People make mistakes,' Fred said.

'We can't forget the past,' George said.

'But we can move on and forgive,' Fred smiled.

'Which is what we'll do-' George began.

'- so we can fall in love-'

'- with our little dragon,' they said together.

Draco blushed darkly and looked down.

'Well?' the twins asked.

'Okay,' Draco said, swallowing thickly. 'We have to... erm... s-spend time together.'

'Sounds lovely,' Fred grinned.

'What I mean is, you'll have to move to Hogwarts,' Draco said. 'Father and Harry tried to spend a week apart and nearly died; I can't have that happening to you.'

'Oh, little Lucius cares about us,' George said.

'Of course I do,' Draco huffed, folding his arms. 'No Malfoy would let harm befall their mate.'

'He speaks so beautifully,' Fred said.

'Absolutely gorgeous,' George agreed.

'Shut up,' Draco groaned.

The twins smiled and leaned back, wrapping an arm each around Draco. They made Draco lean back and the blonde blushed again.

'We agree to anything and everything if it means a lifetime of happiness,' Fred said.

'We'll come back to Hogwarts and get to know you,' George added.

'That means dates,' Fred said.

'Wonderful dates,' George nodded.

Draco smiled. 'Really?'

'Of course,' the twins said before pausing.

'Erm... your dad knows, right?' Fred asked.

'And Harry?' George said.

'We don't want them killing us.'

'We rather like being alive, thank you.'

'They both know,' Draco said. 'But maybe be careful around them.'

'Why?' they asked.

'Veela are protective,' Draco said.

'Ah,' they both nodded.

'Well, Fred, looks like we'll have to do some research,' George announced.

'Research is boring if it has nothing to do with pranks,' Fred said.

'But he's our mate,' George reminded his brother.

'Ah yes, much more fun than pranks,' Fred nodded.

'Hermione could help us.'

'She has a lot of books.'

'I can't wait to see Ron's face.'

'He'll crap himself,' Fred grinned.

George chuckled.

'So... would you like to stay for dinner?' Draco asked nervously.

The twins grinned at him.

'We'd love to, little dragon,' Fred said and took his hand.

'If your father and Mummy Malfoy agree,' George said, taking the other.

'Yes, we wouldn't want to upset Mummy Harry,' Fred snickered.

'Of course not,' George agreed.

They kissed a hand each and Draco melted.

 

{oOo}

 

'I am not Mummy Harry or Mummy Malfoy or Mummy anything!' Harry fumed.

Lucius chuckled and led him away from the door. 'Relax, love.' Harry pouted. 'At least they accepted Draco.'

Harry grinned, focusing on the Draco Band around his heart. He could feel how nervous and happy Draco was. 'Yeah, it's amazing,' Harry said.

'I'm glad he didn't have to wait long,' Lucius said. 'And a bit jealous, really.'

'He's our kit and we're happy for him,' Harry said.

'Of course, little one,' Lucius said and kissed his cheek. 'Are you worried about him, Mummy Malfoy?'

Harry ignored the term and smiled. 'I'm more worried about the twins.'

'Oh?' Lucius said with a raised eyebrow.

'They'd better treat Draco right or I'll tear them limb from limb.'

Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Severus was busy in the potions lab so it was just Harry, Lucius, Draco and the twins for dinner. Fred and George sat either side of Draco while Harry sat beside Lucius, who'd forgone sitting at the head of the table.

'We don't have to stand to attention around family,' Lucius said to their questioning looks.

'Are we family?' George asked.

Lucius nodded. 'You and your brother are Draco's mates; you are family, even if you're not married.'

'Will people be okay with Draco having two mates?' Harry asked.

'Who cares that people think,' Fred said.

'Agreed,' George said.

Lucius smiled. 'I think I'm beginning to like you two already.'

Fred and George grinned.

'Well, Mr Malfoy-' Fred began.

'Lucius,' the blonde cut in.

'Lucius,' George agreed.

'We're so lovable it's scary,' Fred continued.

'You'll love us so much-'

'- you won't know what to do with us,' Fred finished.

Lucius chuckled and watched as Harry heaped food onto his and Draco's plates.

'Does he always do that?' Fred asked.

'Oh yes,' Lucius said.

'Mummy Malfoy,' Draco snickered.

'I'll kill you,' Harry growled at the twins.

'We're hurt,' George said, gripping his heart.

'Here we thought our daddy-in-law would love us,' Fred feigned hurt.

'To know he wants us dead-' George began.

'- is absolutely heartbreaking,' Fred finished.

Draco grinned at them and Harry sighed. 'Prats,' he mumbled.

Draco glared at him and Lucius chuckled. 'Be careful what you say about a veela mate,' he warned the Gryffindor.

Harry smiled as Fred and George grinned at Draco, who blushed.

 

{oOo}

 

Dinner was comfortable and fun until Fred brushed Draco's hair from his face, making the blonde burn red. Harry growled and made to rise but Lucius dragged him onto his lap.

'Calm yourself, little one,' he whispered, pressing a kiss to Harry's Mark. The teenager groaned, anger retreating to be replaced by lust. He turned and buried his face in Lucius' neck.

'Um... what's happening?' George asked, he and Fred staring at Harry.

'Harry hates you,' Lucius said simply.

The twins gaped but Harry said, 'No I don't.'

'Yes you do,' Lucius grinned before kissing Harry again. He turned to the Weasleys. 'He hates you because you're taking Draco away. Harry is basically his other parent; he wants Draco to be safe and happy.'

'But... we would never hurt Draco,' Fred said.

'Ever,' George added.

'Of course he knows that,' Lucius said, 'but he doesn't trust you yet. He knows that you will touch Draco, take him, and his veela wants to protect him. You'll have to work hard to earn his trust when it comes to our kit.'

Fred and George glanced at each other before the younger twin asked, 'And do... do you trust us?'

'Of course, you could never hurt your mate,' Lucius said. 'I have accepted this; I'm just glad Draco didn't have to wait as long as I did.'

He squeezed Harry and the teenager sighed. 'I'm sorry Fred, George,' he said softly, 'I can't help it. Every time you look at him I just get the overwhelming urge to push you away and hug him.'

Lucius chuckled and kissed him again.

'He's gone barmy,' Fred whispered to Draco.

'Absolutely,' George added.

'You have no idea,' Draco said.

 

{oOo}

 

When dinner was over they retreated to the sitting room where Severus was sitting with a book. Fred and Draco had wine, Lucius, George and Severus scotch, and Harry butterbeer. They sat much as they had before except this time with Draco between the twins and Harry and Lucius beside Severus.

Harry played two games of chess with Fred and won, much to the red-head's disgust. George snickered before playing Lucius and losing spectacularly.

They chatted softly for hours, midnight nearing by the time Fred and George realised they should be getting back to the Burrow.

'I thought you'd moved out,' Harry commented as Lucius packed the chess board away.

'We have,' Fred said.

'But Mum wanted us home for the holidays,' George explained.

'And with everything that's going on-'

'- we didn't have the heart to say no.'

'Your mother will hate me,' Draco frowned.

George tutted and drew Draco close, Harry having to grab the armrest to stop himself pushing the red-head away. George brushed a hand through Draco's hair as Fred moved to sit before him.

'We won't let our mother keep you away from us, little dragon,' Fred said.

'Never,' George added, hugging Draco tightly.

Fred pushed himself into Draco's arms and the blonde held him tightly while George soothed him. Suddenly Lucius chuckled loudly and all eyes turned to him.

'What?' Harry said.

'I think we've figured out which is which,' Lucius smirked.

Draco blushed as Fred pulled himself from the younger wizard's arms. 'What do you mean?'

'We're easy to tell apart now,' George said, not letting Draco go.

'He only has one ear,' Fred pointed at his twin.

Lucius shook his head. 'You misunderstand me.'

'He means we now know which of you is Draco's submissive and which is his dominant,' Harry said, realisation dawning on him. George was hugging Draco close, protecting him, while Fred was seeking Draco's warmth.

Fred and George raised their eyebrows and Harry smiled.

'I'm the dominant in mine and Harry's relationship,' Lucius explained. 'Harry is my submissive mate. Draco has two mates; you two.'

He paused to make sure the twins were listening before continuing.

'Draco is a switch veela; meaning he is neither dominant nor submissive, he is both. One of you is his dominant mate, the other is his submissive.'

Fred nodded along and George said, 'So... Draco will submit to one of us and listen to the other?'

'Yes,' Lucius said, 'but the biggest difference is in the bedroom.'

Draco blushed furiously and the twins grinned. 'Oh...' they said, '... we get it now.'

Lucius smiled and Harry frowned. 'Don't get any ideas,' he warned the two.

'We would never take advantage-' Fred began.

'- of our dear dragon,' George said.

'We will only do what he is comfortable with,' Fred added.

'We care about him too much-' George said.

'- to ever hurt him like that,' Fred finished.

Lucius noded his approval but Harry still looked annoyed.

'So which is which?' Fred asked.

'We want to know,' George said.

'George, you are Draco's dominant,' Lucius said, pointing at the youngest twin, 'and Fred is Draco's submissive.'

The twins grinned at each other and threw an arm each around their mate. 'Marvellous,' they exclaimed.

Draco grinned stupidly and Harry glared. Lucius wrapped an arm around his own mate and kissed his cheek. 'Calm down, love.'

Harry continued to scowl but it softened slightly at the look of happiness on his kit's face. And he could feel Draco's emotions; the blonde was ecstatic to finally have found his mate... well, mates.

'I'm happy for him, really,' Harry whispered as Fred and George pulled Draco into conversation. 'But I can't help wanting to keep them away from him.'

Lucius smiled. 'It'll get better, Harry. You're just worried at the moment.'

'So it'll go away?' Harry asked.

'You'll always worry about Draco,' Lucius said, 'but yes, you'll be able to trust him with his mates; they just have to earn it.'

'Good,' Harry said and leaned into his mate so he could keep an eye on Draco. Lucius smiled and held him close.

Severus groaned. 'Now I'm stuck with a bunch of love-sick veela.'

Fred and George poked their tongues out while Draco blushed.

'Jealous,' Harry said.

'Mm-hmm,' Luicus agreed.

Severus scowled.

 

{oOo}

 

Finally the twins departed, after promising to come back the next day and spend as much time with Draco as possible. Lucius suggested they spend the remaining holidays at Malfoy Manor and the twins agreed to think about it.

They hugged Draco, said goodbye to Harry and Severus, and thanked Lucius for inviting them over. They apparated together, appearing with a soft pop outside the Burrow.

'Well...' Fred mused, 'that was interesting.'

'Definitely,' George agreed. 'A soulmate.'

'I can't believe it,' his twin said. 'To have someone that's perfect for us... and will accept us.'

'It's more then we ever hoped for,' George grinned.

'Draco will be perfect for us,' Fred said.

'Gods he's gorgeous,' George said and fanned himself.

Fred chuckled and hugged his brother quickly. 'This means we'll never have to part.'

George's face softened and he hugged his brother back. 'I know, Freddie.'

Fred smiled and rubbed his eyes 'Gods, turning into a woman.'

'It's manly to cry.'

'I suppose so,' Fred said before taking a deep breath. He and George looked up at their childhood home. 'Mum's gonna flip.'

'First Bill-'

'- then Harry-'

'- now us,' George said. He scratched a hand through his hair.

'We won't let her keep us away from Draco, agreed?'

'Of course,' George nodded. 'I already feel-'

'- so connected to him?' Fred supplied, his younger brother nodding. 'Me too.'

'I can feel him here,' George said and gestured at his chest. 'Like a warm band wrapped around my heart.'

'We'll have to ask Hermione for those books.'

'Should we research first before telling Mum and Dad?' George asked.

Fred nodded. 'We'll tell Hermione and Ron; they should be the most agreeable.'

'Then Bill and Fleur-'

'- Dad-'

'- and finally Mum,' George said.

His brother sighed. 'Not looking forward to that.'

'Nope,' George said before leading his twin inside.

 

{oOo}

 

Ron and Hermione were the only ones up, Molly having fumed herself into exhaustion after the twins agreed to go to Malfoy Manor. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around them, the witch snuggled into the youngest Weasley's side.

Fred and George grinned and Ron's ears turned red as Hermione sat up.

'What did they want?' Hermione asked with a yawn.

The twins glanced at each other before sitting.

'Now don't panic-' George began.

'- there's something we need to tell you,' Fred said.

'It's massive-' his brother said.

'- humongous,' Fred agreed.

'Amazing!' they both exclaimed.

Ron frowned as Hermione sat up even more, pushing hair from her face. 'Well?' she asked.

Fred and George hesitated before the younger twin pulled his wand. He flicked it around, erecting a muffliato charm. 'Now,' George said, 'we were invited to Malfoy Manor because Draco had some news for us.'

'Draco?' Ron frowned.

Fred nodded. 'He had to tell us something.'

'Something to do with how weird we felt after the dinner party,' George said.

Hermione's eyes lit up and she grinned. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?' She'd listened to Fred and George talk about their feelings after hugging Draco and had put it all together quickly.

'If you think one of us is Draco's mate, you're partially right,' Fred said.

'What?' Ron gasped.

'We're Draco's mates,' George said.

'Both of us,' Fred added.

'B-Both?' their younger brother gaped, paling quickly.

'That's very rare,' Hermione said. 'Only one veela every hundred or so years is a switch.'

'That's what Lucius said,' the twins told her.

Ron was still gaping like a fish so the other three ignored him.

'What did you say?' Hermione asked.

'That we'd bond with him,' Fred said.

'We want to get to know Draco,' George said.

'And we've seen how happy Harry is with Lucius, his perfect other half,' Fred added.

'We want that,' George smiled.

'Merlin, that's amazing, congratulations,' Hermione grinned.

The twins smiled.

'Draco Malfoy is your mate?' Ron finally got out. His brothers nodded. 'Both of you?' They nodded again. 'But... but... that can't be legal!'

Hermione tutted and Fred and George rolled their eyes.

'I'm Draco's dominant mate, little brother,' George informed them.

'And I'm his submissive,' Fred said.

'Which means Draco will, in the future, carry my children,' George said.

'While I'll carry Draco's,' Fred finished.

Ron paled even more. 'Ch-Children?'

'Of course, we want children,' Fred said.

'Little blonde pranksters,' George grinned.

Fred chuckled and Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Only you two,' she muttered.

'Mum's gonna flip,' Ron groaned.

Fred sighed and his twin said, 'We know. That's why we're going to find out as much as we can about veelas before telling her.'

'And we'll spend more time with Draco and strengthen our bond,' George said.

'We don't want her trying to tear us apart like she is with Harry and Lucius,' Fred said.

'Will you choose Draco over Mum?' Ron asked.

Fred and George glanced at each other, hesitating before telling Ron the truth.

'Yes,' they said in unison.

'Draco will love us for us,' Fred said.

'He'll understand us completely,' George said.

'If Mum loves us she'll accept that-'

'- and not try to break us up.'

'We won't let her drive Draco away,' Fred said sternly.

'Even if she threatens to disown us,' George said.

'Draco was made for us-'

'- and we won't throw that away,' they finished together.

'Merlin,' Ron groaned.

'Do you hate us?' they asked their brother quietly.

Ron looked at them. Though Fred and George were known as pranksters, as two wizards who didn't give a stuff about anything, they were really warm and kind-hearted guys when you got to know them. They cared about family a lot, they just didn't understand why you should follow all the rules. They loved having fun and brushing things off with a laugh. But they loved their family.

'No, I don't hate you,' Ron said, 'how could I? You didn't choose Draco and he didn't choose you. You're mates, end of story.'

Fred grinned.

'Why little brother-' George began.

'- so grown up,' Fred said.

'Little Ronnie-'

'- finally growing a set.'

Ron rolled his eyes. 'I love you guys, you know that. I've already accepted Harry and Mr Malfoy; Harry's like my brother too. Why wouldn't I accept you?'

'Because Draco was a prat in school?' Fred said, George nodding.

'We've moved on,' Ron waved a hand. 'We're not best buddies but he's nicer then he was before the war. He kind of grows on you.'

'Well, you shouldn't spend too much time together,' George said, jealousy suddenly searing through him.

Fred felt the same way. 'Yes, brother, no spending alone time with our little dragon.'

'Or we'll be forced to prank you until you stop,' George threatened.

Ron held up his hands. 'Don't worry, you're welcome to him.'

Fred and George grinned.

'Merlin, another two jealous veelas to put up with,' Ron sighed.

Hermione giggled.

'I'm really glad for you two,' Ron continued. 'Congratulations.'

Fred and George both grinned, warmth and happiness swelling inside them.

'Thank you, little brother,' Fred said.

'We appreciate it,' George added.

Ron smiled at them and Hermione grinned.

Chapter 31: Moments Together

Fred and George sneaked downstairs slowly. It was around eleven and they'd received an owl from Draco asking them to come over. Fred and George hadn't seen him in a whole day and were starting to get anxious. Was their little dragon alright? Did he need them? Was he safe?

Their mother and Bill were awake, Fleur sleeping in because she had just found out she was pregnant. Ron and Hermione were no doubt still asleep ('Shagging,' Fred said. 'No way, Ronnie wouldn't know what to do,' George retorted) so that just left their eldest brother and mother to deal with.

They skipped the bottom stairs because they squeaked and landed lightly on the floor. There was clanking from the kitchen, their mother no doubt starting lunch.

Fred glanced around the banister and saw his mother bustling about the sink, chopping potatoes, bread, cheese, and a heap of other things for soup and sandwhiches. He waved a hand and George snuck to the front door, pulling it open carefully.

'George?'

Fred turned to see that his brother had bumped right into Bill. The eldest Weasley raised his eyebrows as George stood tall and said, 'Erm... well, we were just-'

'Boys?'

Fred groaned as their mother stepped into the sitting room, toweling her hands.

'Mother, good morning,' Fred grinned broadly.

'What are you doing?' Molly asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

'Nothing,' George said.

'Not a damn thing, Mother dearest,' Fred told her.

'Absolutely nothing,' George agreed.

Molly raised her eyebrows and Bill looked from one twin to the other. 'Well,' the Weasley matriarch finally said, 'you can help me get the fire going and stir the soup.'

Fred and George looked at each other before talking at once. 'Mum, we have to... erm...'

'Yes?' Molly asked.

'Go somewhere,' Fred said.

'It's to do with...' George tried.

'... the joke shop,' Fred said lamely.

'I thought Lee was taking care of things during Christmas,' Molly said.

'Well,' Fred said.

'He is,' George murmured.

'But he needs our help,' Fred told her.

'We're the owners, after all,' George said.

'Needs our brains,' Fred finished.

'Nonsense,' Molly tisked, 'you're here for the holidays and you'll stay here. Now wash up and help me.'

Fred and George opened their mouths but could think of nothing to say. They were wondering if they should just run for it when Bill put a hand on each of their shoulders.

'Mum, I read Lee's letter, he really needs them.'

Molly looked at her eldest as Fred and George tried not to look surprised.

'You did?' she asked.

Bill nodded. 'There was something wrong with an order and Lee's tearing his hair out. He needs the twins.'

Molly glanced at the twins, who nodded vigorously, before snorting. 'Fine,' she said, 'but don't take too long, you two. I want you back here for the holidays.'

'Yes, ma'am,' Fred and George grinned before leaving, Bill following them.

'Where are you going?' Bill asked once they were outside.

They hesitated, glancing at each other.

'Forge?' Bill asked.

'We're going to Malfoy Manor,' George finally told him.

'Why?' Bill asked before concern flittered across his handsome face. 'Is Harry okay?'

'He's fine, probably shagging Mr Malfoy,' Fred said with a grin. Bill rolled his eyes.

'We're going to see Draco,' George said.

'Why?' their elder brother asked.

Fred and George shared another look before nodding.

'We're his mates,' they said together.

They explained everything quickly while keeping an eye out for Molly. Once done, Bill's mouth had dropped open, eyesbrows almost disappearing into his hair.

'Wow.'

'That's what we thought,' Fred said.

'But we like the idea,' George said.

'And we really like Draco,' Fred added.

George nodded. 'We want to get to know him-'

'- as Draco and as our mate.'

'We don't care about his past mistakes-' George began.

'- or the image of a ponce prat the world sees,' Fred added.

'We want to know Draco-'

'- just Draco,' Fred finished.

Bill nodded along. 'Wow,' he repeated. 'First me, then Harry, now you two.'

Fred smiled. 'We're happy with it.'

'Draco's gorgeous,' George said.

'And we want to protect him,' Fred said.

'Good,' Bill smiled before hugging them both. 'I'm happy for you.'

'Thanks, Bill,' they said together before pulling back.

'We'd better go,' Fred said.

'Draco's waiting,' George added.

Bill chuckled. 'Go on then, I'll cover for you.'

'Thanks, Bill,' they repeated before disapparating with twin cracks.

Bill sighed and looked back at the house. Mum's gonna flip, he thought.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry looked up and smiled as Dobby brought the twins in. 'Fred, George, hello.'

'Today we're Forge and Gred,' the twins announced.

Lucius raised an eyebrow as Draco stood. 'Why?' the younger blonde asked.

'Because we say so,' the twins said.

Draco looked at Harry, who chuckled. 'Long story,' he said before gesturing to the seats. He was sitting on Lucius' lap reading a book, Lucius playing with his hair. Severus was down in the potions lab being annoyed by Sirius and Remus, who'd come back to spend the rest of the holidays with Harry. Teddy was spending some quality time with his grandmother.

Draco sat down quickly with the twins either side of him. He blushed when George brushed his hair back, Fred kissing his cheek. Harry scowled and made to stand but Lucius beat him to it. Suddenly the Gryffindor was being hauled over his mate's shoulder and he squealed.

'Lucius, put me down!' he shouted.

'No, we're leaving our kit and his mates alone,' Lucius said and walked to the door.

'Lucius!' Harry shouted and thumped his fists against the blonde's back. 'Put me down right now!'

'No,' Lucius smiled. He turned at the door to see the twins and Draco smirking. 'Have fun,' he said before turning and leaving.

'So cute,' Fred said.

'Very,' George nodded.

'Not as cute as our dragon,' Fred smiled at Draco.

'Of course not,' George agreed.

Draco blushed.

 

{oOo}

 

'Lucius, you bastard, I told you to stop carrying me!' Harry huffed.

'And I told you I'd carry you as much as I please,' Lucius said.

Harry growled but stopped fighting, resigning himself to going wherever Lucius was carrying him. He blinked when they entered a sun-lit room and the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils.

'Lucius?'

'Yes, little one?' Lucius hummed.

'Why are we in the pool room?'

Lucius smirked and Harry felt it right through his heart.

'Lucius-'

'We're going for a swim,' Lucius said and shifted Harry.

Before Harry could protest he was thrown through the air. He shouted and had time to take a deep breath before he hit the water. He had to stop a gasp as the cold water assaulted him, soaking through his clothes in a millisecond. He sank to the bottom and opened his eyes, blinking and looking around.

He could see Lucius standing on the edge of the pool and quickly swam to the top. Harry broke the surface and gasped, water running down his glasses and obscuring his vision.

'You bastard!' he hissed, rubbing his eyes.

'I'm hurt,' Lucius said, holding a hand to his heart.

Harry scowled and swam to the edge of the pool, grabbing onto the cold tiles. 'I'm just worried about Draco.'

'He'll be fine, the twins won't hurt him.'

'You can't know that,' Harry growled.

'I can because I would never hurt you,' Lucius said, crouching to look at his mate. 'They can't hurt him, Harry.'

Harry looked up, green eyes bright. 'But I could hurt you, Lucius.'

'No you couldn't.'

A wicked grin crossed Harry's face and his hands snapped out. He grabbed Lucius by the robes and dragged him forward. Lucius flailed through the air before hitting the water, twisting through the liquid to look at his laughing mate. Lucius broke the surface, not a drop of water to be found on him.

'That was rude,' Lucius huffed.

Harry scowled. 'You did it first.'

Lucius smiled and glided through the water, Harry backing up quickly.

'Lucius...'

'Yes, little one?'

'I know that look,' Harry said, eyeing his mate warily as he continued to swim away.

'Oh?' Lucius said, gaining ground and quickly cornering his mate against the edge of the pool.

Suddenly Lucius' warm and dry body was pressed against Harry's, drying the teenager instantly and making him shiver. Harry's hair stuck up wildly and Lucius brushed a hand through it.

'Lucius, we can't,' Harry said.

'Why not?' the blonde asked.

'Draco and Fred and George-' Harry was cut off by a soft kiss being pressed to his lips. 'Siri and R-Remy...' Harry mumbled before he was kissed again. 'Sev-' Harry cut himself off this time, wrapping his arms around his mate's shoulders and drawing him close.

He groaned as Lucius' lips pressed against his own, quickly pushing all thoughts away. They were replaced by a delicious heat and taste, Harry's senses assaulted by Lucius' gorgeous smell. He groaned and wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist, Lucius pushing through the water to hold Harry against the pool wall.

Lucius' tongue licked at Harry's lips, begging entrance, and Harry could only hold out a few seconds before opening up. Lucius grunted in triumph before licking at Harry's teeth, the insides of his mouth, exploring every part he could reach before stroking Harry's tongue.

The teenager whimpered and licked back, tongue wrapping around Lucius' own to dance back and forth. Finally Lucius' tongue retreated and Harry's followed, the Gryffindor now doing some exploring of his own. It was rare for Lucius to ever give up control, even with kissing, and Harry savoured each and every second.

He explored as thoroughly as Lucius had, fingers twisting through his mate's gorgeous hair as he tasted and felt everything he could. Harry would never get over kissing Lucius; it was as addictive as their first kiss and Harry knew that would never change. Everything about Lucius, right down to his tongue, was perfect, and Harry would never want anything else.

Lucius pulled their lips apart to kiss Harry's cheek, his jaw, tongue lapping down to his neck. He licked and sucked on Harry's Mark, the teenager shivering violently, before moving back up.

Their lips pressed together and they sighed against each other before breaking apart.

'This is nice,' Lucius mused.

Harry was panting heavily and he blinked back the fog that had descended on his brain. 'Huh?'

'This is nice,' Lucius repeated, scratching a hand through Harry's hair. 'I love having sex with you, don't get me wrong, but sometimes it's nice to just enjoy the smaller gestures.'

Harry smiled and leaned forward, resting his head against Lucius' neck. 'Mm, it is nice,' he agreed.

'I love you, Harry,' Lucius said and kissed his cheek.

'Love you too,' Harry said, 'even if you throw me into pools.'

Lucius chuckled. 'I dried you afterwards, didn't I?'

'You're still a sod.'

Lucius drew back to pout. 'Am not.'

'Are too.'

Lucius shut him up with another kiss.

 

{oOo}

 

Severus scowled as Sirius picked up another vile. 'What's this?'

'Wormwood; leave it alone.'

Sirius put the crystal down. 'What's this one?'

Severus glared at him and Remus put a hand on his partner's shoulder. 'Siri, leave him alone.'

'Yes, Siri,' Severus smirked. 'Listen to your boyfriend.'

Sirius scowled. 'Don't get smart with me, snake-boy.'

'Oh, that's original,' Severus said dryly.

'We're supposed to be getting along,' Remus reminded them. 'For Harry and Lucius, remember?'

Severus and Sirius scowled at each other before turning away, Severus back to his potion, Sirius back to looking at everything.

Remus breathed a sigh of relief before saying, 'So what are you working on?'

'A blood replenishing potion that works faster than the current one,' the Slytherin replied.

'And how's it going?' Remus asked.

Severus glanced at him before murmuring, 'Fine.'

'Do you want any help?' the werewolf asked.

Severus narrowed his eyes, trying to decide if Remus was being serious or not. He finally decided that he was; Remus had never picked on him in school and they'd been friends before Severus and Lily had stopped talking.

'You can cut up the herbs over there,' Severus said, gesturing to a chopping board with a bunch of purple clumps sitting on it. 'Cut them as small as you can.'

Remus nodded and stepped aside to do as asked. Sirius glanced between them before saying, 'Erm... suppose I can help, too.'

Severus raised an eyebrow and Sirius sighed.

'I can be helpful, you know.'

'Oh, and here I thought you were just a troublemaker,' Severus murmured.

Remus snorted. 'He might be, yes, but he's also smart.'

Severus hated that Remus was right. James Potter and Sirius Black had always been smart as well as popular, gorgeous... life wasn't fair.

'Fine, you can cut up the slugs across from Lupin,' Severus said.

'You know you can call me Remus,' the werewolf said as Sirius rounded the wooden work bench. 'You used to.'

Severus looked him over carefully before saying, 'Very well... Remus.'

Remus beamed.

'And call me Sirius,' the Black patriarch murmured as he grabbed a slug.

'Cut the slug into thin, even strips, mutt,' Severus said.

Remus snorted and had to cover his face to stop. Sirius scowled but a smile pulled at his lips as he started slicing the slugs.

Severus went back to adding ingredients, a thin layer of orange liquid sitting on the bottom of the cauldron. He glanced at the other two men, watched as they chatted and went about their tasks.

Hmm, he thought as he turned the burner on. I suppose this could work.

 

{oOo}

 

'Wow,' George gaped as they stepped into Draco's room.

'You can say that again,' Fred said, looking around with wide eyes.

'Wow,' his twin repeated.

Draco stood by the door, nervous and watching. His room was large, every room in the Manor was. The wallpaper was a dark forest green with swirling black patterns, the ceiling a grey colour. There were two bookcases filled with novels, old school books, framed photos, and odds and ends Draco had collected over the years. There was a walk-in-closet to the left, an ensuite bathroom to the right.

The bed was king-sized and had grey sheets and a silk bedspread and pillows. The hangings were black and currently drawn up to the canopy. There was a small table either side with gas lamps and candles, the drawers filled with parchment, quills and magazines. A sneakoscope sat on the right one, a stack of books on the other.

The furniture, including a leather sofa under one bay window to the left, and two arm chairs before the other one, was all dark wood, varnished to perfection. The doors too were dark wood, the knobs highly polished silver.

The bathroom was black and white tiles, the bathtub, shower, and sink all white marble.

'Sweet Merlin, a Firebolt Two!' Fred gasped and looked at the broom sitting in the corner.

'Dad and Harry got it for me for Christmas,' Draco told them.

'Gods, I wish Harry was my dad,' George said.

Draco smiled. 'Well, Harry did destroy my last broom.'

'We heard about that,' Fred said, turning back to his brother and mate.

'We're sorry about Ginny,' George said.

'And Mum,' Fred added.

'It's okay,' Draco shrugged. 'I don't hold you responsible for what your sister did, or what your mother has done. It's not your fault.'

'Such words of wisdom from our little dragon,' George smiled.

Draco blushed darkly and looked down.

'Why are you so embarrassed around us?' Fred asked.

''Cause you're... um...' Draco murmured.

'Yes?' George prompted.

'You're all gorgeous and smart and funny,' Draco blurted.

'So are you,' Fred said.

'You are,' George cut in when Draco opened his mouth to protest. The twins sat on the bed and George held his hand out. 'Come here, little dragon.'

Draco immediately crossed the room and sat between them. George drew the younger wizard into his arms, his presence instantly soothing the Slytherin. George stroked a hand through his hair as Fred grabbed Draco's right arm. He lifted it and burrowed into Draco's chest, the blonde wrapping an arm around him.

'This feels nice,' Fred said.

'Mm,' George agreed.

'It's... perfect,' Draco said.

The twins smiled. 'We should go on a date,' they said.

'Date?' Draco squeaked.

'Yep,' Fred said while George nodded. 'A proper date in public. We'll take you to a fancy restaurant-'

'- and we're paying, our little dragon won't have to buy anything for himself,' George cut in.

'I have money,' Draco frowned.

'And I don't care,' George said.

'Can't argue with Georgie,' Fred told him.

'My name is Forge,' George said.

Fred smiled. 'I thought it was Gred?'

'Um... I can't remember,' George shrugged.

'What's with Forge and Gred?' Draco asked.

'Mum and Dad sometimes have trouble telling us apart,' Fred told the Slytherin.

'So we got into the habit of calling ourselves Forge or Gred,' George said.

'Just to rub it into our parents' faces that they forgot which is which,' Fred added.

'But you're easy to tell apart,' Draco said.

'Well now we are,' George said, gesturing at the spot his left ear used to be.

'Courtesy of Snape, by the way,' Fred said.

'But I've forgiven him,' George added hastily seeing Draco's wide eyes.

The blonde blinked before shaking his head. 'No, I don't mean that,' he said. 'I mean that you're different, it's obvious.'

'Is it?' they asked.

Draco nodded. 'First, George has a mole here,' he said and pointed at the younger twin's neck. 'And Fred doesn't,' he said, looking at his submissive mate. 'And Fred, you always smile first where George nods along to your ideas. And George's hands are softer, where Fred has callouses on his thumbs.'

'That's because I handle all the boxes while George unpacks with Lee,' Fred said.

'Very impressive, little dragon,' George said.

Fred smiled. 'Yes, very,' he said, George nodding.

'See,' Draco said. 'Fred's smiling and George is nodding.'

'No,' Fred corrected. 'Forge is smiling and Gred is nodding.'

Draco pushed Fred away and flopped onto his back across the bed. The twins joined him, turning on their sides to keep Draco in view.

'Tell us if we ever annoy you,' Fred said.

'We can be annoying,' George added.

'But we don't want to annoy you,' Fred finished.

'You're not annoying,' Draco promised. 'Well, besides saying dirty things in front of my parents.'

'Your dad's cool,' George said. 'But little Harry-'

'Ah, little Mummy Malfoy,' Fred grinned.

George and Draco both chuckled.

'Will he get over it?' George asked.

'He will, it'll get easier,' Draco said. 'It's just that his veela sees me as a baby and he knows that one day we'll... well, you know.' The twins gave the same sinful smirk that had Draco swallowing. 'Erm... well, he knows that, and he just wants to protect me. But the more he sees us together the better he'll get.'

'But he'll kill us if we hurt you,' Fred said.

'Dad too,' Draco nodded.

'Worth it,' George said.

'Oh yes,' Fred agreed.

'So, that date,' George said. 'Friday night, are you free?'

'Erm... yeah, I suppose I am,' Draco said, blushing darkly.

'Gorgeous,' Fred said and stroked a finger along the blonde's cheek.

'We'll pick you up at...' George began.

'... six?' Fred supplied.

'Six,' George agreed. 'Wear whatever you want, dragon, you'll be gorgeous no matter what.'

Draco blushed again and the twins smiled.

'We should probably ask Harry and Mr Malfoy,' Fred mused.

'I'm eighteen, I can go out if I want,' Draco said.

'Yes, but we're effectively courting you,' George said.

'We want your parents' blessing,' Fred said.

'You already have it.'

'Not for a date we don't,' Fred shook his head.

'We'll ask later,' George said.

Draco huffed, folding his arms. George trailed a finger up his chest and Draco shivered. The twins chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water, and watched Lucius swim laps. They'd changed into swimmers and Dobby had heated the pool. The water was lovely and warm and Harry sighed, relaxed, as he watched his mate.

Lucius was absolutely gorgeous in the water; his muscles rippled beneath pale skin, his hair fanned out behind him, and he looked so at home in the water. He was concentrating hard and when he popped out of the water he was dripping wet. He shook his head and swam over to Harry lazily.

'Lonely, love?' Lucius asked.

'Perfectly fine watching you,' Harry said and grinned.

Lucius chuckled, squeezing water from his hair and throwing it over his back. 'And you say I always have sex on the brain.'

'I didn't say anything about sex,' Harry said, pushing a foot against Lucius' wet and muscled stomach. 'You're just gorgeous.'

Lucius smiled and slid through the water. He leaned against the wall of the pool between Harry's legs and wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's waist.

'And you, my beautiful little one, are absolutely delectable.'

Harry chuckled and drew his mate in for a soft kiss. It was wet and warm and so wonderful that Harry didn't want it to end. A light wind ruffled their hair and Lucius broke the kiss.

'Easy, love.'

Harry huffed and drew him back in.

'Harry,' Lucius warned when an even stronger gust of wind blew through the room, rattling the pool chairs behind Harry.

'Sorry, sorry,' the teenager apologised.

Lucius smiled and rested against Harry's thigh, head turned and cheek pressed to the teenager's wet leg. Harry brushed a hand through his hair and Lucius sighed.

'Don't fall asleep,' Harry murmured.

'I won't,' Lucius said, scrubbing his eyes to push away the lethargy setting in. 'You know, we should go out.'

'Should we?' Harry asked, pushing wet hair behind his partner's ear.

Lucius nodded. 'A romantic date, we haven't had one since we completed our bond.'

'Mm,' Harry murmured.

'Anywhere you'd like to go?' Lucius asked.

'Wherever you want,' Harry said. 'Ooh, we should have a candle light dinner somewhere.'

Lucius smiled and sat up. He leaned on the pool to kiss Harry. 'Whatever you want, my love.'

'I want you,' Harry said and drew Lucius closer for another snogging session.

Lucius chuckled against his lips.

 

{oOo}

 

'Now add that, slowly,' Severus said.

Sirius rolled his eyes but did as asked, slowly sliding the slug strips into the potion. Once done Remus added a handful of the purple herbs he'd cut up and the three watched as the potion turned a dark, murky red.

'Now I have to leave it for seven hours,' Severus said, casting a charm over the cauldron to stop anything being added accidentally.

'Well that was boring,' Sirius commented.

'Shut up,' Remus said and elbowed the Animagus. 'We should go have dinner somewhere.'

'Like where?' Sirius asked.

'How about that restaurant in Diagon, the new one?' Remus suggested.

'The Wiley Goat?' Sirius asked and his boyfriend nodded. 'I heard they have nice food.'

Sirius and Remus continued to discuss their date and Severus turned away. He wasn't jealous, he told himself. Just.. annoyed that everyone else had someone. Lucius had Harry, Draco the twins, and even Sirius bloody Black had a partner. Severus hadn't been with anyone since Lily.

He sighed to himself as he watched the potion simmer.

'Sev, you coming?' Remus asked.

Severus blinked from his thoughts and turned. 'Pardon?'

'We were thinking of having dinner,' Sirius said, 'and we'll invite Lucius, Harry, Draco, and the twins. Wanna come?'

Severus started. 'You're inviting me to dinner?'

'Relax, we're not proposing,' Sirius smirked.

Severus rolled his eyes. 'I know that, mutt-'

'Come on, you're not doing anything,' Remus said. 'Let's go.'

Severus hesitated before saying, 'Fine, but only because I have nothing to do.'

Remus smiled and Sirius snorted as the potions master followed them from the lab.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco, Fred and George ran into the three older wizards in the corridor near the veranda.

'Godfather, Mr Black, Mr Lupin,' Draco smiled.

'Please, call me Remus,' the werewolf said.

'Call me Mr Gorgeous,' Sirius supplied.

The twins giggled and Draco snorted. Severus rolled his eyes and said, 'Draco, where's your father?'

'Dunno,' Draco shrugged.

'Probably off shagging Harry,' the twins said.

Sirius and Draco both groaned, the blonde rounding on them. 'Please don't say that!'

'It's probably true,' Severus mused.

'Shut up,' Draco scowled.

There was a splash from down the corridor and they all turned.

'Probably in the pool,' Draco said and led the way. He pushed the double doors open and the group filed in and froze.

Lucius was in the pool, Harry sitting on the edge. The teenager had his legs wrapped around the blonde, hands tugging at his hair, and Lucius' own arms were snaked around the Gryffindor's waist. Their lips were melded together, a flash of tongue seen amongst the erotic moans they were making.

Draco and Sirius both grimaced and looked away. Severus rolled his eyes, Remus chuckled, and the twins stared, mouths falling open.

'Merlin,' Fred said.

'That is hot,' George murmured.

Draco rounded on them, anger and jealousy searing through him. 'What was that?' he demanded.

Fred wilted and said, 'Erm, it was him.' He pointed at his twin.

George smiled. 'Relax, little dragon,' he said and drew Draco in, arms tight around the shorter wizard.

Draco melted into his embrace and Fred hugged him from behind.

Lucius and Harry, having heard Draco's shout and his feelings in their chests, broke apart and turned. Harry blushed darkly when he saw the group and quickly wiped his mouth.

Lucius looked pleased with himself and said, 'Can we help you?'

'We were just going to invite you to dinner,' Remus said.

'If you can stop shagging long enough to eat,' Severus cut in.

'Shut up!' Sirius groaned.

Severus smiled as Remus said, 'Want to come to dinner?'

'Where?' Lucius asked as he drew back slightly from his mate.

'The Wiley Goat, a new restaurant in Diagon Alley,' Remus said.

Lucius glanced at Harry, who was still red. 'Erm... s-sure,' the teenager mumbled.

Lucius pecked him on the lips before the water around him churned. He was lifted from the pool and the water melted away, leaving him completely dry. He pulled Harry up and a soft wind blew around them, drying Harry and ruffling his hair.

He tried to flatten it down but Lucius stopped him. 'You look perfect, little one.'

Harry blushed and the twins wolf-whistled.

'Shut up,' the Gryffindor groaned.

'When are we leaving?' Lucius asked.

'I'll firecall and make a reservation for... six?' Remus suggested.

Lucius held out his hand and his pocketwatch shot across from the table in the corner. 'That gives us... three hours,' he said and smiled at Harry. 'I need your help picking out what to wear.'

Harry felt his Lucius Band flex and lust filled his chest. 'Erm... sure,' he said and grinned.

'Father, please,' Draco whined.

'My apologies,' Lucius smiled, not looking very sorry. He wrapped his arms around Harry and they disapparated with a pop.

Chapter 32: A Dinner To Remember

Fred and George headed home to change for dinner, wanting to look nice for Draco. They managed to sneak in and change; Fred wore pressed grey trousers and a cobalt blue button-up shirt, a waistcoat made of grey dragon-scales pulled on with a black tie. George was in black trousers, a crimson coloured button-up shirt, and a waistcoat made of black dragon-scales, his tie grey.

George nodded as Fred turned, inspecting himself in the mirror. 'Perfect, big brother.'

'Why thank you, little brother,' Fred smiled, checking to make sure George looked good. They both brushed their hair, made sure their teeth were clean, and grabbed black cloaks before heading out.

The entire family was in the sitting room, Molly keeping an eye on the roast she was making for dinner.

Bill whistled and Fleur said, 'You both look veree smart.'

Fred smiled and George said, 'We always look smart, sister-in-law.'

Fleur chuckled and rubbed her stomach. She was only a month pregnant but she and Bill were over the moon; the whole family was, really. The first grandchild was on the way.

'Where are you two going?' Ron asked, the underlying question clear in his eyes; Are you going somewhere with Draco?

George nodded as Fred said, 'Business meeting, little brother.'

'We're meeting Lee in Muggle London,' George lied.

'We're looking at investing in a new type of vanishing potion being developed in Paris,' Fred said.

George nodded again.

Molly, who had listened from beside the dining table, frowned slightly. 'Why the sudden meeting?' she asked.

'Business men don't wait, Mother,' Fred said.

'We were firecalled only an hour ago,' George added.

'So we must be off,' Fred said.

'Don't wait up,' George smiled.

'We'll try and get back-'

'- but you know how men are,' George finished.

Molly scowled but said, 'Fine, but you two are spending far too long working; you're supposed to be on holiday.'

They kissed her quickly on each cheek and said, 'No rest for the wicked, Mum.'

'Have fun,' Bill said knowingly and Fred winked at him. George held the door open and bowed to the group bfeore follwing his brother.

'Are they going to the Malfoy's again?' Ron whispered to Bill.

'Probably,' his older brother said.

'Eet izz so vonderful,' Fleur sighed, Bill having told her earlier that day.

'Mm,' Hermione nodded. 'Everyone's got a veela.'

'Well you've got me,' Ron told the witch.

Hermione blushed and Bill and Fleur smiled at each other. Arthur, who was sitting by the fire reading a book, glanced at his kids before looking back down at the text. Something was going on, he just didn't know what.

Molly gasped and pulled the roast from the wood-burning oven. 'Oh no,' she groaned.

The collected group turned to see smoke pouring out of the oven.

'What happened?' Arthur asked.

'I must have burned the fire too hot,' Molly scowled. 'It's ruined.'

'Can't fix it?' Arthur said, glancing at the charred meat.

Molly shook her head. 'Food is better when made by hand, Arthur!'

Arthur just shrugged.

'Maybe we can go out?' Bill suggested.

'Yes,' Fleur clapped her hands. 'A vonderful family meal.'

Ron nodded in agreement and Hermione said, 'That sounds nice.'

Arthur looked at his wife, who sighed but said, 'Okay, fine, everyone go get ready.'

'Where will we go?' Arthur asked, standing and stretching.

Molly tilted her head, thinking. 'Hmm...'

 

{oOo}

 

Harry stepped out of the walk-in-closet, looking around the darkly furnished master bedroom. He still couldn't quite believe that it was his bedroom as well as Lucius'. The blonde aristocrat had done everything in his power to make Harry feel at home in the Manor. And Harry was starting to refer to the massive building as home; it was comforting, warm, and Harry felt safe.

Lucius came out of the bathroom toweling his long blonde hair. He smiled at Harry, who grinned up at him before going back to getting dressed. They weren't dressing up too much; The Wiley Goat was a semi-formal restaurant. So Harry was wearing denim jeans, a dark blue polo shirt, and a jacket. Lucius went for pressed trousers, a button-up shirt, and a long-sleeved robe and cloak.

'You'll freeze in that,' Lucius tutted.

Harry glanced down at his clothes. 'I don't want to overheat in the restaurant.'

Lucius pursed his lips before saying, 'At least wear a scarf?'

Harry nodded and dug one out of the wardrobe, winding it around his neck. He didn't bother with his own hair but watched Lucius brush his. He couldn't help but reach up and run his fingers through it, Lucius' eyes sliding shut.

'Harry, we have to leave soon.'

'Mm,' Harry murmured.

Lucius shivered but managed to pull away. He turned and took Harry's hands in his own, kissing each knuckle. 'Stop that.'

Harry grinned and kissed his mate quickly. 'Sorry, sorry.'

'Come on,' Lucius said after brushing his hair back one last time. He linked his fingers with Harry's and they left the bedroom.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco paced back and forth, his belt undone, shirt hanging off his thin frame. 'What do I wear?' he demanded. He knew this wasn't a date (not with his bloody parents and godfather there!) but he still wanted to look nice. He threw another shirt aside just as Severus knocked on the door.

'What?' Draco growled.

Severus entered and tutted. 'Draco, honestly.'

'I want to look nice,' Draco grumbled.

'Usually you can put an outfit together easily; something you and your father have in common.'

Draco sighed. 'But it's just... the twins are always so... they look...'

He trailed off and Severus rolled his eyes. He pushed past his godson and entered the wardrobe. Glancing back at Draco to see that he was wearing dark red trousers, he picked out a black shirt and threw it at him. Draco pulled it on and Severus walked out with a tight fitting grey coat. He helped Draco slip into it and brushed his godson's hair back.

He steered Draco to the mirror and said, 'Perfect.'

'Shoes?' Draco asked.

'Black dragon-skin boots,' Severus answered.

Draco grinned and hugged him. 'Thanks, Uncle Sev.'

'Don't tell Harry I helped dress you nicely for the Weasleys,' Severus said.

Draco chuckled. 'No worries, I need you alive.'

Severus smiled and left his godson to finish dressing.

 

{oOo}

 

When Draco joined the others he was finished and Lucius whistled.

'Looking good,' Remus said and Sirius nodded in agreement. The werewolf was dressed in comfortable clothes; trousers, button-up shirt, a black sweater with a cloak. Sirius was in his usual pressed trousers, shirt and waistcoat, a cloak over his shoulders. Severus, of course, was wearing black.

'You look good,' Harry agreed before frowning. 'If the twins-'

'Touch him you'll kill them,' Lucius butted in. 'We know, love.'

Harry blushed but grumbled, 'Better not touch him,' under his breath.

Lucius smiled and wound his arms around Harry's waist, resting his chin on the teenager's shoulder. They spoke softly to each other while Sirius, Remus and Severus talked. Draco was fidgeting and checking his watch every few seconds; they were waiting on the twins.

At ten to six there were two syncrhonised knocks on the door and Dobby answered. Draco's mouth fell open when the twins walked in. They were dressed identically only in different colours and Draco's eyes flicked between them. They were so gorgeous, had they always been that gorgeous? How had Draco not noticed in school? All those years he'd sneered at them, taunted them, made fun of them for being poor... Draco hated himself.

'What's wrong?' George asked, he and Fred noticing the look on Draco's face. They had pains in their chests and assumed it was Draco.

'Um...' the blonde mumbled.

'Tell us,' Fred said, lifting Draco's chin.

'I'm sorry I was so mean to you,' Draco said.

'When?' George asked, Fred frowning.

'All through school, and before that,' Draco said. 'I'm so sorry.'

'It's in the past,' Fred brushed Draco's words aside.

'You were young and stupid,' George added.

'We don't care about that,' Fred said. 'Honestly, Draco.'

'If Harry can forgive me for my past mistakes,' Lucius said, 'then the twins can forgive you, Draco.'

'After all, your father was a bigger bastard then you,' Sirius grinned.

Remus nudged him and Severus chuckled.

The twins beamed. 'See,' they said, 'your father was a prat and Harry loves him.'

'He is not a prat!' Harry shouted.

'Calm, love,' Lucius said and kissed Harry's Mark. The teenager melted.

'Will I have a Mark like that?' Draco asked suddenly.

'From George, yes,' his father said. 'You'll give one to Fred.'

'When?' the twins asked, looking excited by the prospect of getting Marked.

'When it feels right,' Lucius said, running a finger over Harry's Mark, the teenager looking lost in the sensation.

'When did you Mark Harry?' Sirius asked.

'The day I woke up after he rescued me from Azkaban,' Lucius said, taking his finger away from Harry's skin.

Harry blinked back to reality and smiled. 'He was fighting our bond,' he told the others, 'so I bit him.'

'You bit him?' Severus asked.

Harry nodded and Lucius said, 'He fought my veela for control and naturally I didn't like that-'

'Being the controlling prick you are,' Harry cut in.

Lucius slapped his arse and Harry yelped. 'As I was saying,' Lucius continued, Harry glaring at him and the others smirking, 'Harry pretended to fight me for control so I kissed and bit him. Slowly the Mark began to darken until we completed our bond. Now it is what it is.'

Harry smiled and touched his Mark, tracing the patters with his finger.

'So I won't have a Mark?' George asked.

Lucius shook his head. 'As Draco's dominant, you'll Mark him, not the other way around.'

'And Draco will Mark me,' Fred said, Lucius nodding. 'Brilliant.'

'I'm jealous,' George pouted.

'Hey, I don't get to Mark anyone,' Fred said.

'True,' his twin mused.

'Okay, we've gotta go to make our reservations,' Remus cut in.

'Of course,' Lucius said and took Harry's hand.

Slowly they trapsed outside and to the front gate. Only Lucius could apprate and disapparate inside the house, and when he and Harry married the Gryffindor would be able to as well. Family like Draco and Severus could apparate and disapparate in the grounds only.

Remus, Sirius, Fred and George could only apparate or disapparate outside the main gates but Lucius was looking at changing that; the twins were Draco's mates, after all, and Remus and Sirius were like Harry's parents. They should be allowed to apparate directly into the grounds, maybe even the house... yes, Lucius would definitely be changing that.

 

{oOo}

 

They appeared with soft pops in front of the restaurant, Remus, Sirius and Severus heading in first. Harry threaded his arm through Lucius' and smiled up at his mate. Fred and George jumped either side of Draco and took an arm each.

'Let us escort you, little dragon,' Fred said.

'It would be our honour,' George said.

He and his twin bowed deeply and Draco snorted. 'Stop being prats and lets go.'

The twins grinned. 'Yes sir,' they said and dragged him inside.

'Malfoy party of eight,' Remus said. Lucius raised an eyebrow and the younger man said, 'I still have trouble in some places because I'm a werewolf.'

'I thought Shacklebolt would be changing that,' Lucius said.

'He's trying,' Sirius said, 'but there's still a lot of old prejeduces that not even a war can't wipe away.'

'It's ridiculous,' Severus snorted.

'You're the one who told everyone I was a werewolf, remember?' Remus said as they were led into the restaurant.

'A mistake on my part,' Severus murmured.

'Dear Gods, I've died, Severus Snape is admitting he was wrong,' Sirius swooned, head tipped back.

Harry and Remus snorted and Severus rolled his eyes.

'We forgot how funny you are, Padfoot,' Fred said as Draco pulled his chair out for him. He sat and grinned.

George pulled Draco's chair, brushing aside the blonde's protests. 'Not as funny as us, of course,' he said as he tucked Draco in and sat beside him.

Lucius made sure Harry was sitting before taking his own seat and Remus and Sirius fought over who was going to sit first.

'For the sake of all that is magic, just sit,' Severus snapped, pulling out both their chairs.

The couple blushed and sat, Severus scowling as he took his own seat.

Harry giggled at the pout Sirius was sporting and Lucius smiled at his mate.

'I'm funnier than you,' Sirius said, looking at the twins. 'I was a Marauder, remember.'

'Marauders are old school,' Fred said.

George nodded. 'We're the new generation.'

'You forget Teddy,' Remus joined in. 'He's the second generation of Marauders.'

'Wouldn't Fred, George, and I be the second generation?' Harry asked. 'I got up to some stuff at school.'

'Really?' Fred exclaimed.

'You don't say,' George added.

'Here we thought-'

'- that you and our little brother-'

'- were perfect little angels,' Fred said.

'Is that a lie?' George demanded.

'You two give me a headache,' Severus groaned.

'They're cute,' Draco pouted.

Harry smiled at his kit.

'Fine, we'll say Teddy is the third generation,' Remus said.

'That and any children Harry and I have,' Lucius smiled at his mate.

Harry blushed as Fred said, 'And any children we have.' George nodded.

Harry scowled at the twins, George hastily saying, 'Not that we plan on that any time soon.'

'Absolutely not,' Fred agreed.

'Little dragon has to finish school-' George began.

'- and take whatever job or further training he wants-'

'- only after that will we speak marriage-'

'- and bonding-' Fred said.

'- and children,' George finished.

Draco was bright red and Harry huffed. 'I'm watching you two.'

'You can trust us,' the twins implored. Harry ignored them.

'Say, would we have to move into the Manor?' Fred asked.

Draco looked at them before glancing at his father.

Lucius didn't answer until they'd ordered drinks and their food, all skipping the appetisers in favour of main courses. 'It's up to Draco,' he said. 'He will one day become Lord Malfoy and have to live at the Manor if I step down or pass away.'

Harry whined and Lucius kissed him quickly.

'Don't talk like that,' the Gryffindor murmured, wrapping his arms around Lucius' chest.

Lucius smiled and kissed him again before looking back up. 'As his mates, you'll have to live with him,' he continued. 'Until Draco becomes Lord Malfoy you can live wherever you want.'

'Would we have to move out?' Harry asked.

'Don't be stupid,' Draco tutted, 'no head of the family has ever moved out after becoming Lord or Lady Malfoy.'

'So... that's a no?' Harry asked. 'Because I really like the Manor.'

'The rooms are huge,' Fred said.

'How many are there?' George asked.

'Between thirty and forty,' Draco shrugged.

'Merlin,' the twins swooned.

'It's rather large and empty,' Lucius said.

'What are Draco and I, pets?' Severus asked.

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'You know what I mean, Severus. There was only ever you, me, Draco and Narcissa. The house should be full of family members.'

'We'll just have to make some,' Harry whispered in his ear.

Lucius shivered and shook his head to clear it.

'Merlin,' Severus sighed. 'You never cease to amaze me, Lucius.'

'How so?' the Malfoy patriarch asked.

'You have the libido of a teenager.'

'Well, my mate is a teenager,' Lucius said and smiled, 'he's rubbed off on me.'

Sirius and Draco both clapped hands over their ears and the others all chuckled.

'No sex talk at the table,' Draco groaned.

'Sorry,' Harry grinned sheepishly.

Their food was delivered and there was silence as they all picked up their napkins and utensils. Harry had got chicken with potatoes and salad. Lucius went with a creamy pasta, Draco a steak burger and chips. The twins both got fish and salad, Remus a juicy and red steak, and Sirius some type of soup. Severus was eating a vegetarian lasagne with a side salad.

'So how's Teddy?' Harry asked after taking his first bite.

'Growing so fast,' Remus said over his steak. 'One minute he's so small, the next he's grown a few inches; it's amazing.'

'And his hair keeps changing,' Sirius said. 'One minute it's red, the next it's green.'

'But he always goes back to brown, like me,' Remus smiled proudly.

'He looks a lot like you,' Sirius agreed. 'Has your amber eyes most of the time.'

'How old is he?' Lucius asked.

'Nine months,' Remus said. 'He'll be one April 4th.'

'What's it like, being a father?' Severus asked, looking curious.

Remus paused, knife and fork still. 'It's... difficult,' he admitted, 'without Tonks. I miss her so much and I wish Teddy had got a chance to know her.' He shook his head, trying to clear the bad thoughts. 'But I've got Andy and Sirius to help, Harry too. So it's managable.'

Sirius and Harry both smiled at him, the others listening silently.

'It's also amazing,' Remus continued, back to cutting his steak. 'Every day is a new challange but I'm learning so much. And having a child, someone who's your flesh and blood and connected to you... it's just brilliant, I can't stop smiling. I love him so much.'

'I want that one day,' Harry said, popping a tomato into his mouth.

Sirius scowled at him.

'I said one day,' Harry mumbled, 'not now.'

'You'd look gorgeous pregnant,' Lucius said and looked Harry up and down.

Draco groaned and the twins smiled at him.

'Do you want children, Severus?' Remus asked.

Severus paused, all eyes on him. 'Yes,' he said.

'Really?' Lucius asked. He'd known Severus for years and had never known the other Slytherin to want children.

Severus nodded. 'I saw how happy Draco made you, and how happy Remus is with Teddy,' he said. 'I would like that.'

'That's great, Sev,' Draco beamed.

'We could babysit,' the twins offered.

'Not bloody likely,' Severus snorted.

'Why?' the Weasleys whined.

The table chuckled.

Lucius paused suddenly and tilted his head. 'Luce?' Harry asked.

'I just realised something,' the blonde said.

'And that would be?' Severus asked.

Lucius looked at his son. 'Draco, your starsign is Gemini, yes?'

'Yeah,' Draco nodded.

Lucius smirked and Harry said, 'What is it?'

'The symbol for Gemini is the twins,' Lucius told them.

Draco blinked and Severus said, 'Oh, it is too.'

'See, we were always meant to be,' George grinned at Draco, who blushed.

'What's your starsign?' Harry asked.

'Aries,' George said.

'Birthday?' Lucius queried.

The twins smirked and Harry said, 'They were born on April Fools Day.'

'Mum should have known we'd be trouble,' Fred said.

'It's not our fault,' George added.

'The universe made us this way,' Fred agreed.

'Your element is fire,' Lucius mused. 'I wonder if that will affect what element you control when you and Draco bond completely.'

'Does it matter?' Harry asked.

'Well, the element for my starsign, Scorpio, is water,' Lucius said.

'And you can control water,' Sirius pointed out.

Lucius nodded. 'But Harry's starsign is Leo, his element fire-'

'Yet I control air,' Harry mused.

'Exactly,' Lucius said. 'I suppose it doesn't matter really, but sometimes the day you're born can affect everything.'

Harry shared a look with Severus; both knew that Harry being born July 31st had affected everything. It was why Voldemort had hunted him down; a boy born at the end of July...

'Severus, what about you?' Harry asked, not wanting to dwell on bad memories.

'Janurary 9th,' the potions master said, 'I'm a Capricorn.'

'Also older than me,' Remus said.

'But I don't look it,' the Slytherin said with a quirked eyebrow.

Lucius chuckled as Sirius said, 'I'm a Sagittarius.'

'Pisces,' Remus said. 'Teddy's Aries too.'

'We'll train him right,' Fred vowed.

'He'll be twice as sneaky as us,' George agreed.

Remus groaned.

'Don't worry, Rem, I'll protect him,' Harry said. Fred and George grinned. 'Er, maybe not.'

The table laughed.

 

{oOo}

 

Molly and Arthur apparated with a pop, appearing on the steps of a new restaurant in Diagon Alley.

'This looks nice,' Molly mused as Ron, Hermione, Bill and Fleur all appeared behind them.

'Mm,' Arthur agreed before leading his family inside. They hadn't made reservations and had to wait for a table. Hermione and Ron were on the outskirts, chatting softly about their up-coming outing (no, it wasn't a date... okay, maybe it was), when Hermione froze.

''Mione?' Ron asked.

She pointed over his shoulder and Ron turned. He spotted Harry, the two Malfoys, Severus, Rem and Siri, and the twins.

'Oh no,' he groaned.

'What do we do?' Hermione hissed.

'We-' Ron cut himself off when Molly turned to survey the restaurant. 'Oh Merlin,' he groaned when his mum spotted Harry.

She scowled, watching as Lucius kissed Harry on the cheek. 'Slimey git,' she grunted.

Arthur turned and saw what Molly was talking about. He rubbed his eyes and said, 'Molly, leave them be.'

'Look at Malfoy, touching Harry in public,' Molly continued.

Lucius had his arm around Harry's chair and the teenager looked comfortable snuggled up to him.

'Zay are gorgeous,' Fleur said, Bill nodding.

Molly snorted and looked around the table. 'Of course Severus is here, always willing to bend over for the Malfoys.'

'Lucius and Severus are best friends,' Arthur pointed out.

His wife ignored him. 'I can't believe Sirius and Remus; I thought they'd be on our side.'

'There are no sides,' Arthur said.

'They just want Harry to be happy,' Bill sighed.

'Which he is,' Ron pointed out.

Molly ignored them, looking around the table. She spotted Draco... and the two very familiar red-heads sitting either side of him. Her face drained of colour and she watched as Fred turned, grinning at Draco. Draco blushed and George brushed hair from his forehead, cooing over him. Harry was scowling now and Lucius' arm tightened around him.

Blood rushed back to Molly's face and she hissed, 'What are they doing here?'

'Um...' Arthur mumbled, not sure. He glanced at Bill, who wet his lips.

'Mum, there's something you should- Mum!'

Molly was marching across the restaurant, ignoring the waiter who asked her to stop and wait for a table. Her family followed quickly, trying to get between her and the happy group.

Lucius spotted them first and pulled Harry closer, Harry yelping as he slid across his seat. 'Luce?'

'Mrs Weasley,' Severus said, the twins turning quickly.

'Oh-' Fred began.

'- crap,' George finished.

'What the hell do you two think you're doing?' Molly demanded.

'We... we...' Fred tried.

'Just... um...' George murmured.

'They're having dinner with us,' Lucius said coldy, eyes narrowed on Molly.

'Is that not obvious?' Severus asked.

Draco was pale and shifted back.

'You told me you had a business dinner,' Molly said.

'Mum, they can do what they want, they're twenty-years-old,' Bill said.

'I don't care how old they are!' Molly snapped, still glaring at the twins. 'What are you doing here?'

Fred and George glanced at each other before taking deep breaths.

'We're having dinner-' Fred said.

'- with our boyfriend, Draco,' George said.

'Who happens to be our mate-' Fred told her.

'- our soulmate,' George added.

Molly gaped. 'What?'

'We're Draco's mates,' Fred said.

'Draco's a veela like Mr Malfoy,' George explained, 'and has a bonded mate.'

'It just so happens that George and I are Draco's mates.'

'Both of you?' Arthur asked. The twins nodded and he said, 'Merlin.'

'Don't lie to me, Fredderick Weasley,' Molly snarled.

'We're not,' George frowned.

'Draco's our mate,' Fred said.

'No, he's tricking you!' Molly said, close to shouting. A fair few eyes had turned to them already.

'Mrs Weasley-' Hermione tried.

'This is Harry all over again!' Molly snarled, glaring at Harry and Lucius. 'Malfoy's tricking you, don't you see that?'

'A veela cannot lie about zeir mate,' Fleur butted in. 'Eet eez physically impossible.'

'Mum, Lucius is Harry's mate, and Draco is the twins' mate. You can't change that,' Bill said.

Molly rounded on him. 'You knew?'

'Yes,' Bill nodded.

Molly surveyed the rest of her family. 'What about you lot?'

'Fred and George told us a few days ago,' Ron said.

'And we're happy for them,' Hermione added.

'Of course we are,' Arthur smiled at his sons. 'Congratulations, boys.'

'Thanks, Dad,' Fred and George beamed.

'ENOUGH!' Molly screamed, the entire restaurant falling silent.

Harry and Lucius both winced, their hearing far more sensitive then everyone elses'. Remus too cringed and shifted away from her.

'THIS ISN'T REAL!' Molly screamed. 'THE MALFOYS ARE BASTARDS WHO ARE TRICKING YOU, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT? HARRY ISN'T THIS BASTARD'S MATE-' she gestured at Lucius and Harry snarled, '- AND THE TWINS AREN'T HIS!' she pointed a finger at Draco, who leaned away from her. 'THIS FAMILY WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET WHAT THEY WANT, INCLUDING RIPPING OUR OWN APART!'

'You're ripping your family apart,' Harry said, own anger searing through him. 'You filled Ginny's head with lies until she was delusional and tried to kill me.'

'It's your own fault,' Lucius said coldly. 'You got your daughter locked up.'

'Don't you dare speak about my Ginny!' Molly snarled at him.

'Well don't you speak about my son or my family like they're nothing but scum,' Lucius growled, voice getting dangerously loud. 'I have never said a bad word against you, Mrs Weasley, but that will change if you say one more thing about my family.'

'Like you care,' Molly glared. 'You've raised your son to be as evil as you and no doubt you've twisted Harry just as well.'

'ENOUGH!' Lucius roared, standing quickly. Harry stumbled into the table and Severus pulled him up. 'You won't say one more thing about my mate or kit!' Lucius snarled, hand going for his wand. 'Who the fuck do you think you are?'

Molly and the others had all backed away, anger rolling off Lucius in waves. Only Harry braved it and wrapped his arms around Lucius, pulling him close.

'Luce, stop, let's go.'

'She has no right to speak about you like that,' Lucius snarled.

'I know,' Harry said softly, rounding his mate and leaning up. He kissed Lucius softly before bending his neck. 'Let's just go, love, please. I don't want you to hurt anyone.'

Lucius was immediately pulled in, face soon buried in Harry's neck. He licked the teenager's Mark and Harry groaned, body going limp. Lucius pulled him up so they could kiss.

'Disgusting,' Molly sneered.

Lucius' head snapped up and he growled, a low animal sound that came straight from his chest.

'Molly, stop it, you'll get yourself killed,' Arthur said and pulled his wife away.

'Fred, George!' Molly said.

'We're staying with Harry and Lucius,' Fred said.

'We won't stay with you while you continue to treat our mate's fathers with such disrespect,' George said.

Bill could see his brothers were serious.

'Are you sure?' Ron asked.

The twins nodded.

'We'll pack your stuff and bring it to your flat,' Bill said.

'No, bring it to Malfoy Manor,' Lucius said. 'The twins are always welcome under my roof.'

Harry nodded and the twins beamed.

Bill smiled at them before leaving with his wife, brother, and Hermione. Arthur had a hard time getting Molly outside, the Weasley matriarch snarling like a rabid dog.

The restaurant stared at the group and Severus stood. 'We'll pay,' Sirius said and he and the potions master disappeared to do just that.

Fred and George pulled Draco up and followed, Remus making sure Harry had a hold of Lucius.

Once outside they apparated quickly and were soon back at Malfoy Manor.

'Vile, twisted, sadistic woman,' Lucius snarled, in full-rant mode.

'Lucius...' Harry sighed.

'She has no right to speak to your or Draco like that!' Lucius shouted. 'I should tear her limb from limb!'

'No you shouldn't,' Harry said.

'You can't tell me she didn't make you feel bad,' Lucius said.

'She did,' Harry nodded, 'but she just doesn't understand. I won't let her words affect me so much. Our bond is stronger then that, Lucius.'

'We're so sorry,' Fred and George said together. 'We can't believe she did that.'

Draco sniffed and rubbed his eyes.

'Dragon?' they asked.

'S'my fault,' Draco murmured. 'I shouldn't have... I just... why...'

'It's not your fault,' Harry said quickly, running to his kit and enveloping him in a hug.

'You did nothing wrong, Draco,' George said.

'It was our mother, she's in the wrong,' Fred said.

Draco sniffed again.

'Don't cry, not about her,' George said sternly.

'We'll never let her hurt you,' Fred added.

'Ever,' they vowed together.

Harry smiled and the twins hugged him and Draco tightly.

'You won't leave me?' Draco whispered.

'Never,' Harry said.

'Not in a trillion years,' the twins promised.

'Bed time, perhaps,' Severus said, rubbing his eyes.

Lucius nodded and pulled Harry into his arms. 'Fred, George, feel free to stay.'

The twins smiled at him as Lucius disapparated with Harry.

'Will you be okay?' Remus asked Draco, Sirius too looking at him with concern.

'I'll be fine,' Draco said, 'as long as Gred and Forge stay with me.'

He smiled and the twins gave him massive grins.

'Why Master Malfoy-' Fred said.

'- we would love to stay,' George smiled.

'We will protect you with our lives-' Fred vowed.

'- or we aren't Forge and Gred Weasley!' they shouted together.

The three older wizards smiled as Draco giggled. He wiped his eyes and said, 'Shut up and let's go.'

The Weasleys bowed deeply and followed Draco to his room.

'I hate that woman,' Severus said when he was alone with Sirius and Remus. 'How dare she say that to Lucius and Draco.'

'I know,' Sirius said. 'A few months ago I would have agreed with her, but Lucius isn't the same man.'

'He's so much better because of Harry,' Remus said.

'And vice versa,' Sirius pointed out.

Severus sighed and rubbed his eyes again. 'I need a drink.'

Sirius smiled and said, 'Well, allow us to lead you to the study, Master Snape.'

'We have a wide selection of drinks,' Remus grinned.

'You're both idiots,' Severus said. 'Remus, you've been spending too much time with the dog.'

'I fear I have,' Remus agreed, making Severus turn.

'But it's worth it,' Sirius winked at him.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco changed into grey silk pyjamas and washed his face. He stared at his reflection; messy hair, red-rhimmed eyes. He sighed and went back to his bedroom-

- and promptly froze.

The twins had shed their waistcoats and shirts, shoes and socks placed next to the door. They'd transfigured their trousers into pyjama bottoms, Fred's red and George's green, and were standing either side of Draco's bed without shirts on, warm because of a fire burning in the hearth.

They were thin but muscular, skin pale and chest hair a rust red. They smiled as Draco swallowed thickly, eyes wide as he stared at them both.

'See something you like?' Fred teased.

'Erm... um... I...' Draco stuttered.

George chuckled and drew the covers back. He held out a hand and Draco crossed the room. He threaded his fingers through George's, a tingle travelling up his arm. He'd never tire of holding his mates and smiled as he climbed into bed.

It was lucky Draco had such a big bed and the three fit easily; Draco was in the middle, Fred on his right, George his left. They snuggled together under the grey covers and Draco sighed.

'Don't let her worry you, little dragon,' George soothed, moving Draco so the Slytherin's back was pressed to his front.

'I'm sorry,' Draco murmured.

Fred snuggled into Draco's front, the blonde's arms wrapping around him. 'We don't want you blaming yourself,' the eldest twin said.

'It's not your fault,' George said.

'You didn't choose us-'

'- the universe did-'

'- and we're quite happy with it,' they finished together.

'Really?' Draco asked.

George nodded and Fred said, 'Of course.'

'We know we'll love you one day, Draco.'

'We're already falling hard for you,' George said.

'Really?' Draco repeated, a stupid smile pulling at his lips.

'Mm-hmm,' George said and nuzzled his neck while Fred pushed against his chest.

'We'll always protect you, Draco Malfoy,' George said.

'As long as we live,' Fred promised.

Draco smiled and pulled Fred close, while George did the same with him. They fell asleep tangled in each other's arms, happier then they'd ever been.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius was still fuming and Harry sat cross-legged in their bed, watching his mate pace back and forth.

'Of all the nerve- stupid little- I should strangle her- with my bare hands!'

'Luce,' Harry tried, scratching at his chest. He could feel Lucius' aggitation, the feeling spreading through his body. It was so much stronger since they'd completed their bond.

'Fucking vile woman,' Lucius snarled.

'LUCIUS!'

The blonde turned to see Harry sighing, rubbing his eyes. 'What?'

'Please, just stop.'

'I can't let her get away with this,' Lucius said.

'Stressing over it will just make you sick,' Harry said. 'So please, come to bed.' He held out his arms, lower lip poked out, emerald eyes shining brightly.

Lucius groaned and quickly stripped, climbing into bed alongside his mate. Harry kicked his boxers off and pulled the covers up, him and Lucius sliding under. Harry crawled into Lucius and sighed as he was wrapped in warm, strong arms.

'I'm sorry she said those things,' Harry whispered.

'It's not your fault,' Lucius said, removing Harry's glasses and placing them on the bedside table.

'I know,' Harry murmured. 'I'm still sorry.'

'You shouldn't apologise for things you have no control over.' He kissed Harry's forehead. 'I love you, little one.'

'I love you too, Lucius,' Harry said. 'Thank you for standing up for me.'

'Always,' Lucius promised.

Chapter 33: Family Time II

'She violated the restraining order, you do remember that, yes?' Lucius demanded.

Harry sighed. Lucius was still cranky, sleeping on it apparently hadn't helped.

'I know, but... let's just forget it, okay? If she does it again we'll report her. Really, I would have been upset too if I found out my kids were mated to someone and hadn't told me.'

'That doesn't give her the right to-'

'No, it doesn't,' Harry agreed. 'But just let it go, please?'

Lucius frowned. 'If she comes near us again-'

'You can report her,' Harry said as he and Lucius stepped into the back room.

Lucius huffed but didn't say anything more on the subject.

Harry eyed Severus when they sat down for breakfast. It was still snowing and it fell in thick waves across the veranda. Severus was wrapped in his black dressing gown, eyes closed and hair messy. Harry had never seen him so... casual.

'Are you okay?' he asked and Severus winced.

'He's hungover,' Lucius smirked.

Harry's mouth fell open as Sirius and Remus walked in.

'Hey there, Sev, feeling alright?' Sirius teased.

'I'll murder you,' Severus grumbled.

'I told you not to drink so much,' Remus said, sitting beside the professor.

'You got him drunk?' Harry grinned.

Sirius smirked and said, 'After three drinks Ol' Sev has a filthy mouth.'

'Seriously, I'll kill you,' Severus threatened, voice a soft growl.

Harry giggled and Lucius grinned at his best friend. 'Oh, Severus, you've gone and let the cool kids talk you into drinking.'

'Tisk, tisk, Severus,' Harry smirked.

'Shut up,' Severus groaned.

The door across the room thumped open and Draco walked in yawning. He was flanked by the twins, both wearing spare robes that belonged to Draco. The twins were at least five inches taller then him, taller then Lucius too, and the robes were too short around their wrists and ankles.

'Morning all,' Fred yawned.

'Sleep well?' George asked.

'Not all of us,' Lucius said and smirked at Severus.

Draco eyed his godfather as he sat on the spare sofa, the twins either side of him.

'He's hungover,' Harry told them.

'Merlin,' Fred exclaimed.

'That's awesome,' George grinned.

'What's he like drunk?' they asked in unison.

'Very dirty,' Sirius smirked.

'He tells the filthiest jokes I have ever heard,' Remus said.

'Oh yes, I forgot about that,' Lucius mused. 'I haven't seen you drunk since the end of the war, old friend.'

'Fuck off,' Severus grunted.

'I like hungover Snape,' Harry said.

'Definitely fun,' the twins agreed.

'I hate you all,' the professor moaned, rubbing his temples.

'There's some hangover cure in the lab,' Lucius offered.

Severus was up in a flash, stumbling from the room and clutching his stomach.

'You ruined it,' Sirius whined, pouting at the blonde patriarch.

'He's my friend, I have to stand up for him,' Lucius shrugged.

'Bastard,' Harry grumbled, 'hungover Severus is awesome.'

Lucius chuckled and kissed his mate.

 

{oOo}

 

They waited until Severus returned to eat. The potions master was looking healthier, though a bit pale (then again, he was always pale). He glared at Sirius, who grinned, and sat back down.

Dobby and Griffy served breakfast; Lucius and Draco both had porridge, Remus and the twins jam-covered toast, Sirius and Severus cereal, and Harry whaffles.

Harry covered his stack of whaffles in chocolate sauce and scarfed them down, moaning and licking his lips. The twins stared at him, toast forgotton, as Harry wolfed down at least twelve of the golden brown squares.

'Wha?' Harry mumbled through a mouthful when he realised the twins were staring at him.

'Do you always eat this much?' Fred asked.

Harry blushed before swallowing. 'You know about my childhood, yeah?' The twins nodded and Lucius tensed beside him. 'I didn't get to eat a lot so... I tend to eat as much as I can now, I dunno why.'

Lucius growled and Harry kissed him.

'Luce-'

'I still want to kill your relatives,' Lucius scowled.

'Me too,' Sirius and Severus said together.

Fred and George smiled at him and Fred said, 'Eat as much as you want, little brother-'

'- just stop making those noises,' George said.

'Or Mr Malfoy might lose himself,' Fred snickered.

Lucius smirked and Harry turned dark red. Draco groaned. 'Stop, please stop.'

'Sorry,' the twins said, though they didn't look it.

'Coffee!' Harry shouted, startling his mate. Dobby popped into view and handed Harry a mug, the teenager sniffing before taking a mouthful. 'Mmm.'

Dobby hesitated before saying, 'Harry Potter, coffee isn't good for you.'

Harry looked down at the elf. 'I always drink coffee, Dobby.'

'Dobby doesn't mean-' He was cut off when Griffy popped into view.

'Nones of our business!' the smaller elf hissed.

'But-' Dobby tried, only for Griffy to grab him, both disapparating with a crack.

Harry frowned and Lucius said, 'Odd.'

'House elves are always odd,' Severus commented.

'Dobby's awesome, he saved my life,' Harry said, glaring at the Slytherin.

Severus raised his hands. 'I didn't say he was bad, I just said house elves are odd little creatures.'

'They're great, always giving us food when we snuck into the kitchens at Hogwarts,' Fred grinned.

'Mm, remember that time they gave us a whole chocolate cake?' George asked.

'Oh yes,' Fred nodded. 'We scarfed the lot and ended up sick for two days.'

'Throwing chocolate up everywhere,' George said.

'Worth it.'

'Totally worth it.'

Draco grinned at them and Lucius and Harry smiled at the obvious affection in their kit's eyes. Harry sipped his coffee and Lucius asked, 'So, about that date...'

'Mm?' Harry murmured.

'Are you free tonight, Mr Potter?'

Harry smiled. 'Oh, I dunno. I have a boyfriend.'

'Do you now?' Lucius asked, trailing a finger up Harry's thigh.

'Gorgeous man; blonde, silver eyes, tall,' Harry said.

'Sounds handsome,' Lucius smiled.

'Circe,' Severus rolled his eyes. 'Were you always this sappy?'

Lucius shot him a glare before turning back to his mate. 'Tonight, six o'clock. Wear something nice because I'm taking you out.'

'Sounds wonderful,' Harry smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief when they disapparated with a crack.

'Do they always do that?' Fred asked.

'Always,' Sirius and Draco both growled.

'Well, Draco, your fathers will be busy tonight,' George said, turning to his mate.

'So you can come out with us,' Fred said.

Draco raised an eyebrow. 'I thought we were going out Friday.'

'Tonight is much closer,' Fred said.

'And we want to take you on a proper date,' George said.

'Please?' they asked, twin pouts on their faces.

Draco groaned and said, 'Fine, fine.'

'Excelllent,' they beamed.

'Be ready-' Fred began.

'- by six-' George said.

'- so we can take you-'

'- to a wonderful meal-'

'- that you'll never-' Fred said.

'- forget,' George finished.

Draco blushed and managed a nod.

'Surrounded by stupid couples,' Severus growled as Sirius kissed Remus on the cheek.

'Well if you pulled your head out you wouldn't be,' Sirius said.

Severus raised an eyebrow and Remus nodded. 'You're a good-looking man, Severus. If you left the dungeons every now and then you'd find someone.'

'Just open your heart-' Fred said.

'- and allow yourself to be loved,' George grinned.

Severus glared at them and the twins jumped up, hauling Draco to his feet.

'That's our cue-' George said.

'- to leave,' his twin finished.

'Bye,' Draco grinned as he was dragged from the room.

'They're right,' Remus said.

'Shut up,' Severus scowled.

 

{oOo}

 

Bill, Fleur, Ron and Hermione all stood outside the main gates of Malfoy Manor shivering. They'd met the wards and been forced back, snow blanketing them and the road beneath them.

'Merlin it's cold,' Ron shivered.

'Stop complaining,' Hermione said.

'I'm sure someone will come let us in,' Bill hummed, arms tight around his wife.

No sooner had the words left his mouth then Dobby popped into view. He bowed deeply and said, 'Please come in.'

They followed him through the wards, which changed briefly to let them in, and trecked down the drive. The front door was opened by Harry, who was still wearing his pyjamas. He ushered them in and smiled broadly.

'Master Harry shouldn't be out in the snow,' Dobby scowled as he took their cloaks and jackets.

Harry smiled. 'Relax, Dobby, I'm just letting my friends in.'

Dobby shuffled away, muttering about silly wizards under his breath.

'What's up with him?' Hermione asked.

'Dunno, he's been weird all day,' Harry said, brushing a hand through his hair. 'What are you guys doing here?'

'We brought the twins' stuff from the Burrow,' Bill said and started sliding luggage from his pockets. It all resized as Lucius entered the foyer.

'Misters Weasley, Mrs Weasley, Miss Granger,' Lucius greeted.

'You can call me Hermione, you know,' the Muggle-born said.

Lucius just smiled and wrapped his arms around his mate. Harry tipped his head back to kiss the older wizard, who nibbled his bottom lip before letting go.

'Enjoying your holiday?' Hermione asked.

'Yeah,' Harry grinned.

'You look vell, 'Arry,' Fleur commented, 'very 'ealthy.'

'Um... thank you?' Harry said.

Fleur smiled and Harry looked at Ron. 'How's your mum?'

The taller boy sighed and rubbed his face with gloved hands. 'A real nightmare, mate.' Lucius cleared his throat and Ron said, 'Er, I mean Harry.'

'Continue,' Lucius said, chin resting atop Harry's head.

'Well, she was yelling all night,' Ron said, 'saying... just hurtful things, I won't repeat them.'

Lucius scowled as Hermione said, 'We tried to make her see sense but...' she bit her lip before continuing, 'Harry, I don't think she's ever going to accept this.'

Harry sighed and looked down.

'We're all behind you, Harry,' Bill said.

'We vould never come between you and your mate,' Fleur agreed.

'We're with you all the way, ma- er, Harry,' Ron said, glancing at Lucius.

'I just wish your mum would try and understand,' Harry said.

'Relax, little one,' Lucius said, rubbing Harry's back soothingly. He could feel his mate's sadness, his Harry Band squeezing around his heart tightly.

'I'm right,' Harry said, smiling briefly.

'So, where's Forge?' Bill asked. 'Not causing any trouble, I hope.'

'Besides making Draco blush?' Lucius said.

'Draco blushes?' Ron asked.

Lucius smiled. 'Around Fred and George yes, he does. They have the ability to make him turn as red as a tomato.'

'Good, I'm not alone any more,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius chuckled and kissed his cheek. 'Would you like to stay for lunch?' he asked the group.

'Sounds lovely, we don't have anywhere to be until one,' Bill said. When Harry looked at him, Bill continued. 'Fleur has a healer appointment at one.'

'Healer appointment?' Lucius asked as he led the group to the dining room.

'Vee are expecting our first born late August,' the witch told them proudly.

'My congratulations to the both of you,' Lucius said as they sat. Dobby and Griffy appeared to take their coats.

'Dobby, Griffy, could you please make us some soup and bread?' Lucius asked. 'Something to warm our guests up.'

'Of course, Lord Lucius,' Dobby bowed.

'Wills I calls the others?' Griffy asked.

'Please,' Lucius said. He hooked his foot around one of the legs of Harry's chair and dragged him closer. Harry yelped and Lucius asked, 'Why are you sitting so far away?'

'Erm...' Harry mumbled before he was kissed. And then all thought just stopped, really.

Bill, Fleur and Hermione were all grinning, Ron pointedly looking at the table. The others joined them and Severus sighed as he set.

'Professor,' Hermione smiled at him.

'Please, we don't have to be as formal in a friendly setting,' Severus said, giving the witch a brief smile. 'It's Severus.'

'Or Sev-Sev when he's drunk,' Sirius snickered.

Remus elbowed his boyfriend as Severus glared at him.

'Not even gonna ask,' Ron mumbled.

'Ronnikins,' Fred and George grinned, hugging their youngest brother quickly.

Draco growled and yanked them both back, dragging them to the other side of the table.

'He's our brother,' the twins said.

'I don't care,' Draco glared. He drew out Fred's chair and made him sit, George doing the same for him.

Hermione smiled and said, 'How are you, Draco?'

Draco blinked through his jealousy and said, 'Oh, I'm fine.' He glanced at his currently kissing parents. 'Except for that, of course.'

'Animals,' Sirius said, Harry and Lucius ignoring him completely.

'Zay are cute,' Fleur said.

'Disgusting,' Severus grimaced.

'Jealous,' Sirius told him.

Severus scowled.

Food was suddenly magiced onto the table; a large pot of vegetable soup, plates of buttered rolls, pitchers of iced water and juice, as well as Muggle sodas.

Harry sniffed suddenly and broke from his mate. 'Food?'

Lucius groaned and tried to get Harry back, only for the teenager to elbow him as he ladled soup into three bowls; one for Lucius, one for Draco, and one for himself.

He sighed and accepted his bowl, dipping his spoon in.

'Welcome back,' Severus commented.

'Hnn?' Lucius hummed.

'You were trying to eat Harry's face,' Severus said.

'Well he is delicious,' Lucius smirked.

Sirius choked on his roll and Remus had to pat his back. Harry blushed and busied himself with his food.

'Ron hasn't told you his news yet,' Hermione said suddenly.

The tables occupants all looked at him and Ron swallowed his mouthful before speaking. 'I'm moving out.'

'Really?' Harry asked.

His best friend nodded. 'I can't deal with Mum anymore and it's about time, really.'

'But how are you going to look for a place while at Hogwarts?' Harry asked.

'Bill and Fleur said I can stay with them after we graduate until I find a place,' Ron explained. 'I'll pack all my stuff and they'll take it before we go back.'

'You can stay above the shop,' Fred said.

George nodded. 'We probably won't be using it,' he said and glanced at Draco.

'So it'll just be an empty space,' Fred added.

'Feel free to live there-'

'- until you find a better place,' Fred said.

Ron smiled before pausing. 'Wait, do I have to pay rent?'

The twins grinned. 'Life isn't free, little brother.'

Ron cursed and they chuckled.

'Are you going with Draco to Hogwarts?' Bill asked, dunking a roll into his soup.

'We haven't discussed it,' Fred said and he and George looked at Draco.

Draco blushed before saying, 'Um...'

'We'll have to talk to Dumbledore,' Lucius said, 'but it shouldn't be a problem.'

'He can't say no,' Harry shrugged.

'Where would we live?' George asked.

'You can share our quarters,' Lucius said. 'We have three bedrooms; ours, the room Draco uses when he stays, and a guest room.'

'We can share with Draco,' the twins smiled.

Harry growled and Lucius pressed a quick kiss to his Mark to calm him down.

'Or the guest room,' they corrected.

'Is that okay with you, Father?' Draco asked.

'Of course,' Lucius nodded.

'Harry?' the Slytherin asked his other parent.

Harry hesitated. He badly wanted to say no; he didn't want the twins touching his kit! Draco was just a baby, he wasn't ready for that!

But Draco was wide-eyed, bottom lip poked out. Harry groaned and Lucius smirked. 'He's using your puppy dog look,' the blonde commented.

'Fine, they can live in our quarters,' Harry sighed.

'In my room?' Draco asked.

Harry bit his lip before nodding. Draco grinned broadly.

'Thank you, Harry.'

'Thank you, Mummy Malfoy,' the twins said.

'Don't push your luck,' Harry scowled at them.

The twins grinned.

Chapter 34: Dates

Draco stood before the mirror in his bedroom, trying to see if his outfit was working. The twins were dressing in a separate room and were going to 'pick him up' at six. It was ten to and the Malfoy heir was scowling.

He was wearing a sky-blue cotton shirt, the top three buttons undone, black pressed trousers and a matching suit jacket. He had a cloak over his bed and his boots were zipped up.

He wasn't sure if it was too casual or too flashy. Did the twins want him to dress up? Or was he supposed to be comfortable?

Draco chewed on his bottom lip before sighing and grabbing his cloak. He didn't have time to get changed. He did his cloak up and started pacing, fiddling with the Malfoy ring he wore on his right hand. His pocketwatch ticked over to six and there were twin knocks on his bedroom door.

Taking a deep breath, Draco pulled the door open.

Fred and George were both wearing fitted grey trousers with matching jackets. Fred was wearing a deep purple turtle-neck, George a golden one, and they had black scarfs and cloaks pulled on.

'My, my, look at our mate,' Fred said.

'Absolutely delicious,' George grinned.

Draco blushed and looked them up and down. 'You both look... wow.'

'I never thought Draco Malfoy would be speechless,' George mused.

'I love it,' Fred smiled.

They held out their arms and Draco threaded his own through them before following them down the corridor.

 

{oOo}

 

'Robes or Muggle clothes?' Harry murmured as he stood naked in his and Lucius' wardrobe. Lucius was still showering, giving Harry a few minutes to decide.

He eventually settled on a silk green button-up shirt and jet-black jeans that hugged his lower half. He slid into leather shoes, doing the laces up before grabbing a blue striped scarf from one of the shelves. He wrapped it around his neck and took a nice coat from his side, shouldering it on.

The shower was turned off and Lucius walked out naked, skin and hair both dry. Harry licked his lips and made no attempt to hide his leering as his mate dressed.

Lucius came back into the bedroom in black trousers, a white button-up shirt, black jacket with designs along the cuffs, and a long-sleeved robe. He turned to grab his brush and Harry said, 'You should leave your hair out.'

'Should I?' Lucius asked.

Harry nodded and crossed the room to thread his fingers through the blonde locks. 'Mm, love your hair out.'

Lucius smiled and turned to kiss his mate quickly. He brushed his own fingers through Harry's messy hair, making it stand up more. 'Perfect,' he said, looking down at the shorter wizard.

Harry rolled his eyes and tugged Lucius from the room, the blonde grabbing his walking stick before leaving.

Severus was in the lab, Sirius and Remus over at Andromeda's. They ran into the twins and Draco in the foyer, Harry staring at their joined arms.

'Erm...' Draco murmured.

'And where are you going?' Harry asked.

'D-Date,' Draco said.

'Marvellous,' Lucius smiled. 'Not too late, boys.'

'Yes sir,' the twins grinned and tugged Draco away before Harry could shout.

'You must calm down, love,' Lucius chastised as they followed at a slower pace.

'I know,' Harry sighed. 'But I can't help it. It's getting easier.'

'Good,' Lucius smiled and kissed his lips quickly. 'Now let's forget our kit and have fun.'

'Yes sir.'

Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

'Where are we going?' Draco asked. 'Not some crappy little restaurant, right?'

Fred chuckled and George said, 'No, we know the Malfoys dine in fantastic restaurants.'

'We would never settle for second best,' Fred tisked.

'Not for our mate,' George added.

Draco blinked before frowning. 'Did you just call me a snob?'

'Yes,' the twins grinned. Draco huffed and they chuckled.

They reached the main gates and Fred and George apparated, George tugging Draco along. They re-appeared in an up-scale restaurant in Muggle London.

'It's run by wizards,' Fred said as they stepped inside.

'Lovely food,' George nodded.

'And fancy enough for our little dragon,' Fred smiled.

Draco was led inside and soon to their table. It was small, more a table for two, but an extra chair had been added. Draco pulled out Fred's chair, George Draco's, and they all sat. There was a single gold candle on the table, making everything seem romantic, and Draco tried to calm his beating heart as he picked up his menu.

'I think I'll get steak,' Fred said.

'Chicken for me,' George murmured.

'Draco?' they asked together.

Draco chewed his bottom lip, glancing over the menu. A waitress appeared before he could say anything.

'May I take your order?' she asked, pen hovering over her notepad.

Draco said, 'Fred first,' and gestured at the twin on his right.

'I'll have the steak, medium rare, with mashed potatoes, a side salad with vinegar, and mushroom sauce, please,' he said.

The waitress nodded and George said, 'Draco?'

'I'll have the calimari,' Draco decided. 'On a bed of fried rice with a side order of hot chips, mushroom sauce, please.'

She took down the order and turned to George.

'Chicken cordon bleu,' the youngest Weasley said, 'with potatoes, and a side salad with balsamic vinegar.'

'Very good, sirs,' the woman smiled. 'Drinks?'

'I'll have a beer,' Fred said.

'Wine,' George smiled.

'Scotch, please,' Draco said.

She nodded and took their menus, disappearing quickly.

There was a short silence, the twins staring at Draco, Draco figeting with his family ring.

'Um...' Draco mumbled.

'How about we get to know each other, hmm?' Fred suggested.

'We can ask each other questions; learn all the little things as well as the big,' George said.

'Okay,' Draco said slowly. 'You two first.'

Fred and George glanced at each other before the younger twin asked, 'What was your childhood like?'

Draco blinked before leaning back. 'Well...' He trailed off when their drinks came and waited until the waitress had disappeared before continuing. 'It was... okay, I guess,' Draco said, sipping his scotch. 'My father and mother loved me and spoilt me, as you know.'

The twins nodded.

'But it was hard,' Draco admitted. 'My grandfather was a bastard; a complete and utter prick. I know he beat my father, though he won't talk about it...'

Fred frowned and George said, 'He never beat you, did he?'

'No,' Draco shook his head, 'Father stopped him. And he would never beat me, he didn't want to be like Abraxas.

'Um... he died when I was six so it was safer after that; our home was warmer. Of course, as Malfoys, we couldn't appear warm; people would be begging for money.'

Fred nodded and said, 'I can see how appearing cold and aloof could keep gold-diggers away.'

'You've seen my father,' Draco said, 'he's only cold when he has to be. He's changed a lot since bonding with Harry, yeah, but he's always been warm and smiled a lot at home.'

'What about your mother?' George asked.

'She loves me,' Draco said.

'But not your father?' Fred said.

Draco shook his head. 'I knew early on that they weren't in love. Dad explained it to me when I was ten; he said that he was a veela, which I knew, and that he had a soulmate that he hadn't found. I quickly understood that that meant he wouldn't be happy with anyone but his mate.' He frowned slightly.

'Draco?' Fred said.

'I hate that he had to wait so long,' Draco admitted, staring at his drink. 'He didn't feel whole for over forty years; his veela was always waiting, just waiting for Harry. I hated watching him feel so... lost,' Draco murmured.

'Hey, he's fine now,' Fred said, kissing Draco's right cheek.

'He has Harry,' George said and kissed the other.

Draco blushed and cleared his throat.

'Are you okay with Harry being your father's mate?' they asked together.

Draco nodded. 'At first I was worried that Father would stop loving me because he had Harry.'

'Why?' Fred asked.

'I thought that he'd toss me aside because I wasn't his mate's kit,' Draco said. 'I know that Harry's like my other dad but still... we're not blood related. I was worried that Father would push me away because he could have proper kids with Harry.'

'That's just stupid,' George said.

'Your father obviously loves you,' Fred said.

'He defected to save you,' George smiled, 'your mother too.'

'Well I know that now,' Draco huffed. 'I was just scared, alright?'

'I don't like you being scared,' Fred said.

George shook his head. 'Me either.'

'I'm fine,' Draco rolled his eyes. 'I can take care of myself.'

The twins just smiled.

'Did the Sorting Hat ever want to put you in another house?' George asked suddenly.

Draco frowned. 'No, it said, 'Slytherin is for you', and shouted it. Why?'

'The hat wanted to put us in Slytherin,' Fred admitted.

Draco's mouth fell open. 'What?'

George nodded and said, 'Fred went first and it whispered that he was cunning for a Weasley, loyal to a default, and had the makings of greatness. It wanted to put him in Slytherin but Freddie talked it into Gryffindor.'

'Same with George,' Fred said. 'Said the exact same thing but eventually agreed to Gryffindor.'

'Why would you ask it to put you into Gryffindor?' Draco asked.

'Mum, Dad-' Fred said.

'- Bill, Charlie, all in Gryffindor,' George said.

'As well as our uncles, Fabian and Gideon,' Fred supplied.

'Our grandparents too,' George told him.

'So we asked for Gryffindor,' they finished together.

Draco stared at them, eyes wide.

'It said the same thing to Harry, you know,' George said.

'Yeah, Father told me,' Draco said, trying to get his mind back. 'But Father loves Harry, Gryffindor blood included.'

Fred and George smiled. 'And we adore you, sweet dragon,' Fred said.

'Slytherin blood included,' George grinned.

Draco smiled. 'I guess I can accpet that you two are idiot lions.'

'Oi!' they exclaimed and Draco grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry grinned stupidly when he was pulled onto a large yacht. 'Really, Lucius?'

'You've mentioned that you've never been on a boat,' Lucius said, taking his mate's hand. He led Harry around to the back deck and Harry gasped.

There was a white table covered in a silver cloth, a chair either side. Five white candles were lit and stuck to the middle of the table, a chiller with a bottle of wine and butterbeer sitting in ice. Two silver plates, goblets, and utensiles were either side and Harry stared.

'Lucius, you never cease to amaze me,' Harry said.

'Is that a good thing?' Lucius asked.

'Oh yes,' Harry smiled and kissed his mate quickly.

Lucius pulled Harry's chair out and let the Gryffindor sit. He pecked Harry on the cheek and the teenager blushed, watching as the blonde rounded the table to sit.

The yacht suddenly turned and started moving, flowing through the dark water.

'Who's driving?' Harry asked.

'A wizard, not important,' Lucius asnwered.

'Where are we?'

'Ireland,' Lucius smiled.

'Is this your yacht?'

'One of many, now are you going to stop asking questions?' Harry blushed and Lucius smiled as he grabbed one of the bottles from the chiller. 'Butterbeer, my love?'

'Please,' Harry smiled and held out his goblet.

Lucius poured himself some wine and they toasted. 'To our kit finding his mate- well, mates,' Lucius smiled.

'To Draco,' Harry agreed.

'And, to us,' Lucius smiled. 'Five months, Harry.'

'Really?' Harry said and his mate nodded. 'Wow.'

'Problem?' Lucius asked.

Harry shook his head quickly. 'No, it just... it feels so much longer.'

'I know,' Lucius said. 'I can't remember a time in my life when you weren't there... and really I don't want to.'

Harry grinned. 'I love you, Luce.'

'And I love you, little one.'

Harry sipped his drink and nearly choked when food suddenly appeared on his plate. It looked like curry; orange, with chunks of... chicken? ... rice, and herbs.

'Butter chicken with boiled rice,' Lucius said and took his napkin, quickly folding it over his lap.

'I don't think I've ever had butter chicken,' Harry said.

'There's other food if you don't like it,' Lucius said and watched as Harry picked up his spoon. He took a tiny bit of chicken and sauce and blew on it before trying it.

Harry chewed quickly and swallowed, licking his lips. 'Mm, yummy,' he smiled.

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his own spoon.

'Is there anything you want to do for New Year, love?' Lucius asked as they ate.

'Um... not really, no,' Harry said, wiping his mouth. 'Why, do you have plans?'

'I was thinking fireworks in the Manor grounds,' Lucius said. 'We can invite whoever you want.'

'Sounds nice,' Harry said. 'Fred and George could get us some awesome fireworks.'

'I heard they let some of their own products off in the Great Hall during your DADA O.W.L,' Lucius said. 'Is that true?'

Harry smiled and nodded. 'Yeah, they did it to annoy Umbridge and it was hilarious. There were small ones that attacked some of the Slytherins and Umbridge too, followed by a massive dragon that exploded everywhere. They flew around on their brooms throwing stuff at her.'

Lucius chuckled.

'They also created a swamp in one of the corridors and let loose a heap of fireworks in the halls,' Harry continued. 'Umbridge couldn't get rid of them, it was so funny.'

'They're smart young men,' Lucius mused.

Harry nodded. 'Everyone thinks they're just jokers, that they don't care about anything, but they're really smart and they know when to get serious.'

'You think of them as family, don't you?' Lucius asked.

'Of course I do,' Harry said, licking his lips again. 'Bill, Fred, George, and Ron are all like my brothers. And Hermione and Fleur are sisters.'

'You do realise that the twins will be your son-in-laws, right?'

Harry paused before saying, 'Oh.'

Lucius chuckled again and reached across to brush a finger across Harry's lips. 'You'll learn to accept it, love.'

'I hope so,' Harry said. 'I don't want to always be shouting at Fred and George for touching Draco.'

'Or Gred and Forge,' Lucius said in amusement.

Harry nodded. 'The first I heard of that was Christmas my first year; Mrs Weasley makes jumpers for all her kids and Ron's had a big R on it, Fred's an F, and George's a G. They demanded to know why I didn't have a H on mine and then said, 'We know our names are Gred and Forge'.'

Lucius smiled and said, 'I think they'll be good for Draco; sometimes he needs more... fun.'

'Mm,' Harry agreed.

'You know, Harry, I have a lot to thank you for.'

'You do?' Harry said.

His mate nodded and sipped his wine. 'You've made me whole and loved, I've never been this happy in my entire life.'

'You're welcome,' Harry smiled.

'Without you, Draco may have never found his mates,' Lucius continued. 'I doubt he would have frequented the joke shop or any parties that the twins were invited to.'

'Welcome again,' Harry grinned.

'And,' Lucius said, 'you've brought Severus out of his shell.'

Harry frowned. 'I have?'

Lucius nodded and sucked sauce from his thumb, Harry's eyes focusing on his lips. 'He's a lot happier then I've seen him in years.'

'He hardly ever smiles.'

'But when he does it's worth it,' Lucius said. 'Sev's a good man, as you know, but he's always so withdrawn and moody. It's his nature but also how he lost your mother and his role as a spy...' he sipped his wine again. 'These past five months I've actually seen him have fun; sometimes at our expense, and other tims with Draco, Sirius, and Remus.'

'They do seem to be getting along,' Harry said, thinking of his godfathers. 'I'm glad they are.'

'Me too,' Lucius said and stood. He leaned across the table to kiss Harry quickly.

Harry deepened it and Lucius groaned, tongue flicking out to lick into Harry's mouth. He tasted curry and Harry, the latter far more pleasurable. After a minute he had to draw back and Harry whined.

'Romantic dinner,' Lucius said, sitting back down.

'Followed by sex,' Harry said and Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

'Favourite colour?' Fred asked as he cut his steak.

'Blue,' Draco answered. 'I don't know why, I just like it. What about you two?'

'Red,' Fred said.

'Green,' his twin answered. 'What's your favourite subject?'

'Potions,' Draco said. 'I'm thinking of working in the apothecary my family owns.'

'You own an apothocary?' Fred asked.

Draco nodded, chewing a piece of calimari. 'Malfoy Apothecary,' he said after he'd swallowed. 'It's based in France but I was thinking I could convince Father to let me open one in Diagon Alley or maybe Hogsmeade. The one in Diagon doesn't have a wide selection because it mainly caters to Hogwarts students and locals just wanting ingredients for small potions.'

Fred and George watched him speak in rapt fascination, every word leaving his mouth burning into their brains.

'I enjoy working with potions,' Draco continued, sipping his second scotch. 'It's just... nice, you know?'

'Is it?' George asked.

Draco smiled. 'It's so... theraputic; you have to follow the instructions, make sure everything's perfect, it's nice and organised. I like that. There's so much you can do with potions; you can cure diseases, fix up wounds, or make people feel better. I want to help people and I'm good at potions, I like doing it, so why not?'

'You could get a Masters in potions,' Fred nodded.

'Uncle Sev suggested that, he'd even let me apprentice with him so I could teach potions if I wanted.'

'Having another degree under your belt would help,' George smiled.

Draco blushed and looked down.

'What do you like doing in your spare time?' Fred asked, popping a lettuce leaf into his mouth. He chewed quickly and said, 'I saw a lot of books in your room.'

'Do you like reading?' George asked.

'A bit, not much,' Draco said. 'Father likes reading everything, Harry prefers Dark Arts books and ones on creatures, but I like reading about potions, Quidditch, history, things like that.'

'You like to add to your knowledge, expand it,' Fred mused.

'I hate reading,' George wrinkled his nose.

'Except if it's about pranks,' Fred grinned.

'How does reading help with pranks?' Draco queried.

'Well...' George said as he cut up his chicken, cheese oozing from the middle, 'reading poitions or spell books can give you ideas on how to prank people.'

'It also helps with the stuff we make,' Fred tookover. 'For example, I read about Peruvian powder in one of Bill's old curse books.'

'It had lists of how the Ancient Egyptian wizards protected their tombs,' George said. 'They use to put the powder in little containers in doorways and as soon as you broke in it would cover you.'

'You'd be stuck in darkness for an hour or two, depending on how much powder was used,' Fred said.

'So we got the idea of using it in small ways,' George said. 'Like throwing it to prank people-'

'- or let Death Eaters in,' Fred grinned at Draco.

Draco looked down and George said, 'Hey, we're not blaming you.'

'You did what you had to do,' Fred added.

'I never wanted to be a Death Eater,' Draco admitted. 'But with Father in prison, Mother and Severus weren't enough to protect me. The Dark Lord wanted me to fail so he could kill my entire family. I-'

'- did it to save your parents, we know,' Fred said. 'We don't think any less of you, Draco. We would have done anything to save our family.'

George nodded and Draco smiled slightly before sipping his scotch. 'So, reading helps?'

'Oh yes, it's how we came up with some of our fireworks,' George said.

'Lee's a lot of help, we'll have to introduce you,' Fred said. 'He runs the store we have in Ireland.'

'Are you looking at expanding?' Draco asked.

'We want to buy Zonko's, the owner is looking at retiring and we've been talking,' George said. 'But we don't have the money yet and there are other buyers.'

'Father could help, or I could,' Draco said. The twins glanced at each other and Draco continued. 'Father is a business man, he invests in anything that makes money over a long period of time. He doesn't mind losing money in the beginning as long as he gains it back, plus interest, in the long run.'

'Would he invest in a joke shop?' George asked.

'Harry's an investor, that could help,' Fred mused.

'He invests in anything that turns a profit,' Draco told them. 'If you can prove that you're expantion will be profitable for him, and if you can impress him as business men, he'll invest, no worries.'

'He wouldn't just do it because we're your mates?' Fred asked. 'Because we don't want charity.'

Draco shook his head. 'Father has three seperate places in his head; family, Harry, and business. Only Harry overlaps everything. He won't go easy on you because you're my mates. You'll have to impress him.'

Fred and George looked at each other.

'It would be helpful-' Fred said.

'- having backing from someone as rich and smart as Lucius Malfoy,' George said.

'With his business sense-'

'- and investment-'

'- we could easily buy Zonko's,' Fred said.

'And any other shop we wanted,' George added.

'He could turn us from a small business-'

'- into an enterprise,' George smiled.

'We'll have to talk to Lee-'

'- get his opinion-'

'- and Harry too,' Fred said.

'Why Harry?' Draco asked, swallowing a mouthful of rice.

'Harry's one of our biggest investors,' Fred told the Slytherin. 'We have smaller ones that help fund our new projects or own part of certain products-'

'- but Harry gave us our starting money so he owns a quarter of the business with Lee,' George explained.

'We own just over half of it,' Fred said.

'And Harry and Lee own a quarter each.'

'I never knew that,' Draco said.

'He gave us his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament so we could start Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes,' Fred explained. 'We didn't want to take it but he convinced us.'

'We lost our life savings to Ludo Bagman,' George said and quickly explained what had happened at the Quidditch World cup.

Draco chuckled darkly. 'What?' Fred asked.

'My father will deal with that,' Draco said. George raised his eyebrows and Draco continued. 'My father may be a ruthless business man but he is honourable; he doesn't like when people go back on their word. You're both my mates and you were cheated from your winnings. My father will make sure Bagman pays up.'

'But it was years ago,' Fred said.

'There's nothing we can do,' George said.

'And Bagman lost big with the goblins, last we heard he was running.'

'My father will find him,' Draco promised. 'Don't worry about it.'

George and Fred smiled at each other.

'Our own ruthless Slytherin,' Fred said.

'I love it,' George grinned.

'Anyway, tell me about your childhood,' Draco cut in. 'What's it like having so many siblings?'

'Fun but hard,' Fred said. 'There was always somewhere there to play with, or to help out. But it also meant not a lot of time alone and we had to share everything.'

'Bill's eight years older then us,' George said. 'Charlie was six years older, Percy two. And then Ron's two years younger then us, Ginny three.'

'Bill and Charlie were really close because there was only two years between them,' Fred said. 'They both graduated by the time we started.'

'They were good brothers, Bill still is,' George said, sipping his wine. 'Bill's always been really smart and he did well in school, Charlie too.'

'Charlie was a bit rougher,' Fred grinned, 'always stuffing around with us, helping out with pranks, and then there was Quidditch.'

'Percy was a total bookworm and never broke the rules,' the younger twin murmured. 'Gods, remember that time he shouted out at us for leaving his favourite book in the rain?'

'Yeah,' Fred nodded. 'Wouldn't talk to us for a month.'

They both looked sad and Draco said, 'You miss Charlie and Percy, don't you?'

The twins nodded. 'We didn't get along with Percy-' Fred began.

'- and Charlie was so much older,' George added.

'But we loved them-'

'- they were our brothers-'

'- and we wish they'd lived,' Fred finished.

Draco felt their pain and kissed them both on the cheek quickly. 'I'm sorry.'

'S'not your fault,' Fred smiled.

'I'm still sorry that you're in pain, that you lost them,' Draco said.

George kissed his cheek. 'Thank you, little dragon.'

Draco grinned.

 

{oOo}

 

After dinner, Lucius led Harry to the front of the yacht where a sofa was waiting and blankets. Harry grinned as Lucius laid down, head propped up against the armrest. Harry jumped on him and wriggled up the Slytherin's muscular body, Lucius groaning.

'You tease,' Lucius breathed out as Harry settled atop him and between his legs. Harry just smirked and Lucius waved a hand. A thick winter blanket spread over them and Harry sighed. 'Alright there?'

'Mm, just happy,' Harry smiled. 'And you're warm.' He rested his cheek against Lucius' chest, feeling the man's heart beat through his skin.

It was cold and snowing but the yacht seemed to be enchanted; the snow peeled around them and it was warmer then it should be. Harry felt great snuggled up against his mate, Lucius running fingers through his hair, and he sighed again.

'You have to stop doing that,' Lucius commented.

'Shut up,' Harry yawned.

'Hot chocolate?' Lucius asked.

Harry badly didn't want to move but the need for hot chocolate outweighed that and he sat. Lucius clicked his fingers and a small table appeared before them with two steaming mugs as well as a bag of marshmellows.

'You spoil me,' Harry said and picked up his mug. He warmed his hands before taking a small sip and groaning. 'Gods, I'm in love with Dobby.' Lucius growled and Harry giggled. 'Not really.'

'Then don't say it.'

'Sorry,' Harry apologised and kissed his mate quickly. They settled back together, now sitting, Lucius with an arm around his mate's shoulders. The bag of marshmellows sat on Lucius' lap and Harry dunked them into his hot chocolate slowly.

They stared across the coast of Ireland, Harry had no idea where. There were large cliffs to their left and it was so dark he couldn't see anything. The stars were shining brightly, Harry had never seen so many, even at Hogwarts.

'It's beautiful here,' Harry mused.

Lucius smiled. 'Can I ask you something?' he said over the roar of the waves, which seemed softer then Harry would have thought. Magic, he mused. 'Harry?'

'Sorry, lost in thought,' Harry said and turned to his mate. 'You wanted to ask me something?'

'What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?'

Harry blinked. 'Where did that come from?'

'I'm curious,' Lucius confessed. 'You've never spoken of plans after Hogwarts.'

'Well, I know we'll get married-' Harry began.

'You can work, Harry, if you want to,' Lucius cut him off. 'I don't want you to think that I'll keep you locked up at the Manor.'

Harry chuckled. 'I don't think that, Lucius.'

'Oh.'

'Narcissa never worked, did she?' Harry asked.

Lucius shook his head and settled back. 'No, she preferred being a pure-blood Lady; charity events, re-modelling the Manor, that kind of stuff. She worked with charities on occasion but mostly planned events.

'It was what she wanted to do, though, and I never begrudged her that,' Lucius continued. 'If she had wanted to work I would have let her.'

'I know,' Harry said. 'Um... I dunno, honestly. I was thinking of doing something with children.'

'Oh?' Lucius asked.

Harry nodded. 'Hermione and I were talking on our horcrux hunt and we both agreed that there isn't enough being done to transition Muggle-borns into the magic world.'

Lucius was silent as his mate spoke.

'People like me and Hermione were completely lost when coming to Hogwarts and the magic world in general, and I think it's a reason some pure-bloods hate Muggle-borns,' Harry said. 'You think Muggle-borns want to change your ways, ways that have been carried out by generation after generation.'

'History is important, but so is growth,' Lucius said.

Harry nodded. 'I know that; without change the wizarding world would die out.'

'It already is,' Lucius sighed.

'That's why Hermione and I want to help and make changes,' Harry said. 'So many Muggle-borns go back to the Muggle world because they feel like they don't belong. People like Draco and Ron wre brought up with magic, they understand parts of it that Hermione and I never could.'

'So what are you suggesting?' Lucius asked.

'Maybe classes at Hogwarts that teach the magic world to Muggle-borns, and classes that teach Muggles to magical children,' Harry said. Lucius looked sceptical so he continued. 'Imagine, Luce, if you'd been introduced to Muggles at a younger age; if they'd been explained to you in a way you could understand. You might not like them but you'd at least get it and see where Muggle-borns are coming from. And people like me who grew up in the Muggle world would understand pure-blood customs and the wizarding world a lot better.'

Lucius tilted his head, Harry's words running through his mind. 'I see.'

'Hermione also suggested pre-schools for Muggle-borns before they start Hogwarts,' Harry said. 'That way, by the time they do get to school, they understand and feel part of the magic world.'

'And I assume early classes for those already part of the magic world to understand the Muggle one?' Lucius said.

Harry nodded. 'So Hermione and me were thinking of starting up schools like that and teaching; we could get Muggle-borns to come in and teach, pure-bloods and half-bloods too. We could introduce both sets of kids to magic and magical creatures.'

'That's a good idea,' Lucius admitted.

'R-Really?'

He smiled. 'Yes, it is, marvellous really,' Lucius said. 'You're right, Harry, my old prejeduces are stupid. If I'd been exposed to Muggles and Muggle-borns before my father sank his claws in, I would never have joined the Dark Lord or called Miss Granger such awful names.'

'I was also thinking of magical orphanages,' Harry said. 'I'd hate for what happened to me to befall someone else.'

Lucius paused before saying, 'Or what happened to Tom Riddle.'

Harry started. 'You know about that?'

'Severus has explained the entire story to me,' Lucius said. 'If Tom Riddle had grown up in a magical orphanage, where his gifts were understood, we might have avoided him becoming the psychotic lunatic he ended up being.'

'Mm, maybe,' Harry said. 'So... good idea, huh?'

Lucius smiled. 'First we have to plan everything out, my love. An idea is good but you must have structure.'

Harry snorted and settled back down. 'That's what Hermione said.'

'I would be willing to help.'

'Yeah?'

Lucius nodded. 'If you and Miss Granger present a detailed plan to me we can come up with a place to start and go from there. Of course to teach you'd have to get a degree.'

'In child care or something?'

'Early teaching,' Lucius corrected. 'There are very few private schools for magical children before they start at Hogwarts or another school. Most families hire tutors for their young ones.'

'Did you do that?'

Lucius nodded again. 'I had a few tutors for Draco, educated him in magic and manners. But if your idea works we could spread them throughout Britain and have all the magical children educated properly before they reach proper schooling age.'

Harry smiled.

'Are you sure that's what you want to do?' Lucius asked.

'I want to help,' Harry said, 'and I don't want to be an Auror anymore. I did when Voldemort was alive but I've had enough fighting for a lifetime, maybe forty. I just want to help, not fight.'

'Well, you can attend university for your early education degree, or study from home,' Lucius said. 'You should also do a business degree if you want to run a school or orphanage. Also, a speciality would be helpful.'

'Speciality?' Harry asked.

'Like a Masters in Potions, or Defence Against the Dark Arts,' Lucius said. 'It's helpful to have one subject that you know in-depth so you can allocate yourself in the right role. You can specialise in preparing children for DADA.'

'Makes sense,' Harry said.

Lucius smiled, running his fingers through Harry's hair. 'You still have a few months, little one; think about it and get back to me.'

'Mm, I'll talk to 'Mione,' Harry mumbled, sipping his hot chocolate.

Lucius leaned over and kissed his cheek. 'If you want any help with anything, let me know.'

'I will,' Harry smiled and kissed him properly.

 

{oOo}

 

Draco was feeling full and happy as he and the twins apparated back to Malfoy Manor. They walked around the grounds arm-in-arm, the twins casting warming charms to keep them from freezing.

'Your home is beautiful,' Fred commented.

'I love the grounds,' Greg agreed.

Draco hesitated before asking, 'Would you be okay living here?'

The twins looked at him.

'I mean, we've sort of spoken about it, but not really; are you okay with coming to Hogwarts with me? And moving here?'

'Of course we are,' the red-heads said together.

'Are you sure?' Draco asked. 'I've suddenly uprooted your life, I don't-'

He was cut off when Fred put a finger to his lips, George hugging him from behind.

'Draco, love, we want to be with you,' George said in his ear.

'It doesn't matter where,' Fred said.

'Whether in a giant mansion-'

'- or a crappy little one-room flat,' Fred smiled.

'We just want you around-'

'-all the time.'

Draco blushed as Fred pulled his finger away.

'Draco?' George asked and the blonde turned. 'Can I kiss you?'

Draco's mouth fell open, heart pounding quickly. He managed a small squeak and George smiled.

'I'll take that as a yes,' his dominant partner said and hauled Draco forward.

Their lips pressed together and Draco absolutely melted. His arms wound around the taller wizard's neck and George's went around his waist, pulling him closer. They were suddenly flush against each other and Draco groaned loudly.

A tongue licked at his lips and Draco let it in, moaning again when George's tongue licked at his own. They danced together, every thought Draco had ever had disappearing completely. All that mattered was George's mouth and body, the way he held Draco, the way he kissed him.

It was the most delicious kiss he'd ever had and Draco never wanted it to end. George tilted his head to deepen the kiss and a soft growl of content escaped the red-head. Draco shivered. Oh, what the man could do to him.

George broke the kiss and he and Draco stood panting, staring at each other.

'Merlin, you're a bloody good kisser,' George said.

Draco just blinked stupidly. A tap on his shoulder made him turn again and he looked at the shy face of Fred Weasley. The older twin looked down before murming, 'Um... c-can I have a kiss?'

The overwhelming urge to do just that shot through Draco and he hauled Fred forward. The red-head gasped before their lips were pressed together.

It was the same as kissing George, only different. The lips were the same, the body, but where George was all in control and dominating, Fred was lost and submissive. He let Draco lead the kiss, let Draco pull him closer.

And he let Draco push his tongue out, the read-head moaning as his mouth was explored. Draco revelled in it, in the control; Fred was putty in his hands and it sent tingles of pleasure up his spine.

He was suddenly pulled away and George's lips were back, taking control again, and Draco lost himself. He felt Fred's body against his back and pulled him closer so he was in a Weasley twin sandwhich.

The last intelligent thought Draco had was, Bloody hell this is fantastic.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry was having the time of his life, though he always did when he was with Lucius. They'd had dates before and that one had been just as brilliant as the others.

They walked hand in hand through the Manor, Lucius using his wand to guide their way. They finally reached their bedroom and Lucius locked the door with a wave of his hand.

'Hmm, now comes my favourite part,' Harry said, turning to face his mate.

Lucius chuckled. 'I've created a sex addict,' he mused.

Harry just smiled and tugged Lucius closer by his robes. Lucius' lips descended on his own and Harry let out a moan of pleasure, instantly melting into Lucius' emrace. Lucius moved forward, which made Harry step back, and suddenly they were stumbling towards the bed.

Before they could get there Harry was slammed into the wall, the teenager gasping loudly. Lucius' tongue dove into his mouth and flicked against his own, calling Harry to dance with him. Harry's fingers were curled tightly in his mate's robes, Lucius' own cupping his face to kiss him harder.

When they broke apart both were gasping and Lucius' eyes were dark with lust. 'I'm going to fuck you right against this wall,' he growled.

Harry's mouth fell open as Lucius suddenly ripped at his belt. In seconds Harry's shoes and socks had been pulled free, his coat pushed off, and his jeans and underwear around his ankles.

He managed to kick the clothing free and Lucius hoisted him up, Harry gasping and his legs wrapping instinctively around Lucius' firm waist. He was slammed into the wall hard and cried out, the sound drowned out when Lucius crushed their lips back together.

Harry groaned. They hadn't had rough sex since they'd bonded, it had either been loving or fast. Harry's blood boiled and his cock twiched against Lucius' covered stomach, itching to be touched. His entire lower half was tingling, practically begging to be filled and taken.

Lucius broke their kiss again to nip and suck on Harry's jaw, teeth digging in hard and drawing delicious gasps from the teenager. He left bright red marks along the Gryffindor's pale skin as he moved to his ear. He took the lobe between his lips and sucked back, teeth dragging over the sensative skin and making Harry cry out.

Lucius' veela growled in approval and the man muttered the lubricant charm. Wet fingers suddenly slid down Harry's delectable arse, right to his entrance, and Lucius wasted no time in shoving two right in.

Harry cried out, body shaking as he was filled over and over again. Lucius wasn't being gentle and Harry loved it. Of course he loved when Lucius took his time, when he worshipped Harry with his tongue or hands, but rough sex was definitely a favourite of the green-eyed teen's.

'Fuck, Luce, please,' Harry begged.

'What's that?' Lucius qustioned.

'P-Please,' Harry mumbled, head tipped back, throat on show.

Lucius licked his lips before hissing, 'What do you want, Harry?' He leapt forward, sinking his teeth into that gorgeous neck, while simultaneously stabbing at Harry's prostate with two fingers. Harry cried out louder then before and climaxed suddenly, soaking Lucius' shirt in come.

He shook and shuddered through his release, moaning Lucius' name under his breath. Lucius growled loudly, keeping Harry up as he sucked on his skin and continued to prepare him.

'Lucius, fuck me, please,' Harry begged breathlessly.

'How hard?'

'Hard,' Harry groaned.

Lucius grinned and grabbed his cock. A silent lubricant charm had him ready and he thrust in, quickly filling Harry and burying himself balls-deep into his lover.

Harry shouted in pleasure, fingers digging into Lucius' shoulders. He held on for dear life as his muscles were stretched and burned, veela swooning as his mate settled inside him perfectly.

Lucius pulled out before thrusting back in hard, Harry groaning, eyes squeezed shut. Lucius was brutal, slamming back in over and over again, hitting Harry's prostate and sending pleasure cascading through the Gryffindor's body.

'Fuck, Luce, yes,' Harry groaned.

One of Lucius' hands fisted in the teenager's hair and yanked his head back. Harry's mouth fell open as Lucius latched onto his neck, biting hard and sucking back.

'Fuck!' Harry shouted, cock twitching back to life and oozing pre-come. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

'Scream for me,' Lucius ordered, angling his body to hit Harry's prostate.

'Lucius!' Harry shouted, breathing ragged as he tried to speak through his ecstasy. 'Lucius, fuck, you fill me so good! Merlin, you're so big, I love you!'

'Do you love my cock?' Lucius asked, slamming in again.

Harry gaped. 'Yes, yes,' he groaned, head hitting the wall when Lucius ripped at his hair. It sent pain through his body, mixing deliciously with the ache building up in his gut. His nerves were alive with sweet pleasure, Lucius knowing just what to do to have Harry tip over the edge.

Lucius snarled and kissed Harry posessively, never once faltering in his punishing thrusts. Harry mewled into his mouth, body feeling so tense, like a bowstring about to snap. All it would take was a few more thrusts, a few more touches.

Lucius sucked Harry's tongue into his mouth, slamming him hard into the wall with a brutal thrust. One hand was wrapped around his waist, keeping him against the wall, and one moved down Harry's body. He ripped Harry's shirt open, buttons flying, and found a nipple.

As soon as Lucius twisted it Harry was coming again, more semen spitting across Lucius' already soiled shirt. He swore into Lucius' mouth, the Slytherin swallowing the sound and continuing to thrust, to pull, to kiss.

When Harry had his head back Lucius ripped him away from the wall and walked to the bed. He threw Harry down and leaned over him, body large and dominant. He growled and Harry purred in response, eyes hazy from his two climaxes.

Lucius' dominance was back; the man loved being on top. Leaning on his fists and caging Harry with his arms and body, the blonde crouched before thrusting hard.

He pounded into Harry, the Gryffindor pushed over and over again into the mattress. Harry's breathing was practically non-existant and his backside ached and burned. His legs were still wrapped firmly around Lucius' waist and moved each time the older wizard did.

'Fuck,' Harry groaned. 'Merlin, Luce, what you do to me!'

Lucius was starting to lose control, thrusts not as smooth and strong as they had been.

'Gods, the way you fuck me,' Harry continued.

Lucius groaned, dropping to rest on his forearms, cock slamming into Harry.

'Screw me, Lucius, screw me into the mattress!' Harry shouted.

It broke Lucius, who's right hand whipped up to encircle Harry's cock and pull. Two pulls, two thrusts, and Lucius sank his teeth into Harry's Mark, tongue licking the intricate design, the Mark that bonded them together. He sucked back hard and they were suddenly coming together, Harry with a shout of pleasure, Lucius with a roar of ecstasy.

He spilled into his mate, who's muscles clenched tight and milked the climax from him. Harry's own seed dripped along his muscled stomach, glistening in the firelight.

They shook together, Lucius' hips finally stopping and the man collapsing forward. He smothered Harry with his body and the teenager wrapped himself around him, legs and arms all pulling Lucius impossibly closer.

They were sweating against each other, covered in come, but both were as happy as anyone could be. Harry panted into Lucius' ear, hot breath tickling his skin and finally making Lucius roll aside.

He pulled out and Harry groaned at the loss. They both laid on their backs, blinking through their hazes, and only Harry yawning could bring Lucius back enough to clean up.

Rolling to his feet, Lucius waved his hand and cleaned them both. He nudged Harry, who swatted at him.

'No, Luce, sleepy time.'

Lucius chuckled. 'Yes, love, that means you have to move.'

'Noo,' Harry whined. 'Me and the mattress, we're part of each other, gotta stay here.'

Lucius rolled his eyes and said, 'Harry, come on.'

'Nope, screwed me into the mattress,' Harry grinned stupidly.

The Slytherin smiled. Finally he leaned down and dragged Harry up, throwing the teenager over his shoulder. Harry was too tired to protest and just hung limply until Lucius pulled back the sheets and placed him back on the bed.

Harry moved immediately, stretching out across the mattress and humming.

'You annoy me,' Lucius said.

Harry wiggled his arse and Lucius groaned. 'Nah ah,' Harry giggled.

Lucius growled and leapt atop him, grinding his hips into Harry's arse. Harry moaned and Lucius rolled clear.

'Bastard,' Harry groaned.

'I can't come again as quickly as you, you know that,' Lucius said.

'Bastard,' Harry repeated before yawning.

Lucius smiled and drew him close while pulling the blankets up. Harry snuggled into his chest and Lucius removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table.

'Harry, your shirt.'

'Shh, sleepy time.'

Lucius waved his hand and the shirt ripped completely clear. Lucius tugged it off and threw it over his shoulder.

'Ruined my favourite shirt,' Harry said.

'And?' Lucius raised an eyebrow.

'Love you, Luce,' Harry answered. 'Thank you, I had a wonderful time.'

'I'm glad.'

'Sorry I'm a prat after sex,' Harry said, 'but you ruin me and make me stupid.'

'I know.'

'Shh, sleepy time,' Harry repeated.

Lucius chuckled and kissed his forehead. 'I love you, Harry.'

Harry smiled and snuggled closer.

Chapter 35: Business and Pleasure

Lucius walked into the dining room to find Severus picking at a muffin and reading the newest edition of Potions Monthly.

'Where's everyone else?' Lucius asked, checking his pocketwatch; it was almost nine.

'I don't know about Black and Remus, but Draco is still asleep with the twins,' Severus said.

'Did his date go well?' Lucius asked before sitting. Griffy popped into view and bowed. 'Can you please get me some muesli with strawberries and bananas? Also a cappuccio.'

Griffy nodded and disappeared with a faint pop.

'I'm not sure,' Severus said once Lucius had looked back at him. 'I heard them get in around eleven and Draco seemed happy. You'll have to ask him.'

Lucius nodded and sat back to wait for his breakfast.

A few seconds later Severus looked up from his magazine and blinked at him.

'What?' the blonde asked.

'Where's Harry?'

'Asleep,' Lucius said.

Severus frowned. 'Usually you're joined at the hip.'

Lucius rolled his eyes but didn't say anything; it was true, after all.

'Is he okay?' Severus asked.

'He's fine, probably just tired from last night.' He smiled slyly and Severus snorted.

'You need to be castrated.'

'I'm hurt.'

'Are you trying to shag him into an early grave?' Severus queried.

'More like he's trying to shag me into an early grave,' Lucius said as Griffy popped back with his breakfast. 'You call me a sex maniac but Harry takes the cake.'

Griffy hesitated after putting Lucius' bowl and mug down. He started at the patriarch, chewing on his lip.

'Griffy?' Lucius said, blowing steam from his mug.

The elf looked like he wanted to say something but finally shook his head and said, 'Sorrys, Master.'

He disappeared and Severus said, 'Your elves are just getting stranger.'

'Mm,' Lucius agreed, puzzled over Griffy's and Dobby's behaviour. They'd been acting very odd lately, especially around Harry.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a yawn from the doorway. He glanced up to see Harry shuffling into the room, yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes. He looked a mess; hair all over the place, bags under his eyes, dressing gown pulled on over one of Lucius' shirts and pyjama bottoms.

'Harry, are you okay?' Lucius asked, concern shooting through him.

'F-F-Fine,' Harry got out through a yawn.

'Are you sure?'

'Just tired,' Harry admitted. Lucius held an arm out and Harry padded across to him. He was pulled onto his mate's lap and kissed him quickly before settling down; arms around Lucius' waist, head resting on his chest.

'You look exhausted,' Lucius commented.

'Mm,' Harry mumbled, closing his eyes.

'I didn't hurt you last night, did I?'

Severus snorted and Harry shook his head. 'No, it was nice,' he smiled, eyes still closed.

'You should eat something,' Lucius said. 'Do you want me to call Dobby or Griffy?'

'No,' Harry mumbled. 'Just... give me a minute.'

A minute later Lucius heard a soft snore and saw that Harry had fallen asleep, lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out.

Harry was gorgeous when asleep; he looked so young and innocent, and his face was clear of everything but content. The only downside was his eyes were closed; Lucius couldn't stare into their gorgeous depths.

'He doesn't look well,' Severus said and Lucius glanced up at him.

'No, he doesn't,' the blonde agreed. 'I'll finish my breakfast and take him back to bed.' Severus snorted and Lucius sighed. 'Bed, Severus, we do sleep.'

'Not by the looks of it,' Severus commented.

Lucius ignored him, spooning muesli into his mouth slowly so as not to wake Harry. Harry slept peacefully, not even waking when Lucius finished. He wrapped one arm under Harry's legs, the other around his back, and picked him up.

Standing, Lucius left the dining room and carried Harry through the house. He didn't want to apparate in case Harry really was sick; the teenager hated any form of transport that wasn't flying and Lucius didn't want him throwing up.

So he walked through the silent house, sunlight streaming through the open windows. Lucius hummed to himself as he held Harry close, climbing the staircase to the second floor-

- where he spotted Draco between two Weasleys, all three sharing heated kisses.

Lucius stepped back quickly, going another way when he heard his kit groan. Lucius might have accepted the Weasleys but it didn't mean he wanted to see his son snogging anyone.

'Oh, Harry,' Lucius commented as he walked to their bedroom. 'You would have screamed if you saw that.'

Harry slept on, completely unaware, and Lucius kissed his forehead.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry woke yawning loudly. He stretched as he sat up, back cracking and muscles feeling heavy. He yawned again and groped for his glasses.

'Awake at last,' Lucius smiled. He was sitting on the sofa beneath the large windows, sunlight streaming through and highlighting his hair. Harry smiled as his mate stood, put down his book, and carried a tray of food to the bed. He set it down and turned. 'Are you okay?'

'Fine, why?' Harry asked, leaning forward to kiss him.

'You've been asleep most of the day.' Harry raised an eyebrow and Lucius said, 'It's almost two.'

'PM?' Harry asked. Lucius nodded. 'Huh... I've never slept that late before.'

'Are you sure you're okay?' Lucius asked, looking worried. He leaned forward, placing the back of his hand against Harry's forehead. Harry hummed at the contact as Lucius' grey eyes searched his face. 'You don't have a fever and you look okay,' Lucius murmured.

'I'm fine, I was just tired,' Harry shrugged and kissed him again.

It started to grow heated and Lucius said, 'H-Harry... f-food.'

'Mm, later,' Harry mumbled, threading his fingers through Lucius' hair and tugging him closer.

'Harry, you should eat,' Lucius tried. But he was fast losing control, especially when Harry climbed from under the covers to straddle his lap. He rutted forward, his hard cock stroking along Lucius' rapidly strengthening own.

Lucius gave in when Harry broke the kiss to lick his jaw and nibble his ear. He groaned loudly and waved his hand, the tray of food shooting to the sofa and landing with a clatter. He fell back with Harry atop him, the teenager groaning loudly.

'Fuck, Luce,' Harry moaned, sucking on Lucius' ear as he continued to push their groins together.

'Merlin,' Lucius groaned.

'No, Harry,' the teenager replied coyly.

Lucius ignored him and quickly fiddled with his belt and trousers. He managed to get his cock out and slid Harry's through the slit in his pyjamas. Harry groaned as Lucius' long fingers circled both their erections and pulled.

'Aah,' Harry moaned loudly, pushing forward, adding extra stimulation.

Lucius mumbled the lubricant charm and his hand glided along their shafts, making the fire in Harry's belly burn white hot and lick his insides. He thrust down once, twice, before coming hard, spilling across Lucius' stomach and crying into his mouth.

Lucius kept pulling, milking the climax from his lover and watching with dark eyes as Harry shook. When he came back to himself, Lucius growled. Strong fingers tore Harry's pyjama bottoms free and he was rolled onto his back, Lucius slotting between his legs.

'Lucius, yes,' Harry moaned wantonly, spreading his legs wider. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!'

Lucius shoved two fingers into Harry's entrance and the teenager cried out, head thrust back into the mattress as his boyfriend quickly prepared him. Lucius wasted no time in slicking up his cock and thrusting in hard, Harry moaning loudly.

Each thrust was punishing, hard, so delicious, and Lucius and Harry lost themselves in each other, in the pleasure. Harry rolled his hips and met Lucius push for push, the blonde sliding in impossibly deep and stimulating Harry's prostate each time he was filled.

Harry came again, fingers digging into Lucius' clothed back hard enough to bruise. He shouted through his release, muscles clenching around Lucius' still raging cock. The Slytherin groaned but kept thrusting, kept pounding into the shaking body beneath his own.

Panting heavily, Harry peeled his eyes open to see Lucius above him, the blonde flushed and sweaty, face contorted as he kept fucking him.

'Gods, Luce,' Harry groaned, wiggling his arse, clenching his muscles. 'Feels s-so... ah!... good...'

Lucius was fast approaching the peak of his pleasure and pulled Harry's baggy shirt aside, revealing his ink-black Mark. He growled and waited until Harry mewled in response before sinking his teeth into the Mark and sucking back. He continued to pound into the Gryffindor as his right hand came up, wrapping around Harry's cock and tugging.

Harry came a third time, come leaking across his stomach, the teenager's mouth falling open in a silent scream. His muscles once again squeezed Lucius in a vice-like grip, pushing the blonde over the edge. He groaned against Harry's neck as he spilled into the teenager, filling him with his seed.

Lucius' veela growled and Harry purred, both shaking against each other as they road out their pleasure.

Lucius blinked back to reality and pulled out, Harry moaning. 'Can't you stay in me?' he asked.

Lucius chuckled and kissed Harry deeply, the green-eyed wizard's hands threading through his hair. He groaned and pushed his crotch up, rubbing his sticky stomach against Lucius' shirt.

'Harry, you know I can't.'

Harry moaned. 'I hate you.'

'Do not,' Lucius said and kissed him again.

He managed to untangle himself from Harry five minutes later, the teenager pouting at him. Lucius grabbed his wand, slipping it from his walking stick. He waved it to clean them up before fixing Harry's pyjama bottoms.

Harry smiled and pulled them on, yawning again and stretching. 'Mm, my arse hurts.'

'Well what do you expect?' Lucius asked as he retrieved the tray.

'I didn't say I hated it,' Harry said, watching Lucius walk back to the bed. He sat against the headboard and Harry leaned against him.

Lucius poured them both orange juice and he sipped his own as Harry picked up a sandwhich.

'Guh!' Harry spluttered, spitting a mouthful back onto the tray. 'What the hell is this?'

'Ham and cheese, why?' Lucius asked.

Harry's face was set in a grimace. 'It's horrible,' he said, taking a large gulp of orange juice.

'You like ham and cheese, don't you?' Lucius said.

'Yeah, but this ham is disgusting,' Harry grunted, throwing the sandwhich down.

'Maybe it's off, I'll talk to Dobby about it,' Lucius said. 'Do you want something else?'

Harry nodded and said, 'Soup would be nice,' before he slid off the bed, walking to their wardrobe.

'Where are you going?'

'Getting dressed,' Harry said. 'Enough people have seen me looking shagged, thank you very much.'

Lucius chuckled and called Dobby.

'Yes, Lord Malfoy?' the little elf said.

'Harry said this ham tastes disgusting, it must be off,' Lucius said. 'Please throw it out and get him some soup.'

Dobby hesitated before bowing deeply. 'Yes, sir.' He took the tray and disappeared with a crack.

Harry returned in baggy denim jeans, socks, and one of Lucius' button-up shirts. Lucius raised an eyebrow as his mate climbed back onto the bed and snuggled into his side.

'May I ask why you're wearing my shirt?' Lucius asked, fingering the white cotton.

'Smells like you,' Harry said and breathed in deeply. 'S'comfy.'

Lucius chuckled.

'Can I wear it?' Harry asked.

'Of course,' Lucius nodded, 'you look gorgeous in it.'

Harry smiled. 'Well, maybe you'll get to see me out of it later.' He leaned up and kissed Lucius deeply, both losing themselves in each other. They didn't stop until Dobby re-appeared with a crack. Harry blushed and said, 'Thank you, Dobby.'

Dobby grinned broadly. 'Chicken soup for Harry Potter as well as rolls. Chicken soup good for Master Harry, chicken soup make you strong.'

'Erm... thanks,' Harry said and smiled as the house elf bowed and disapparated with a crack.

'He's acting odd, Griffy too,' Lucius said.

Harry shrugged and set the tray across his lap. He was suddenly starving and slurped it all down, Dobby having to bring him seconds. Lucius nibbled on a roll and just watched Harry eat, smiling the entire time.

 

{oOo}

 

'Father, what are we doing for New Year?' Draco asked.

They were all sitting in the dining room eating dinner, a lovely pasta Griffy and Dobby had spent the afternoon making. The sauce had garlic and chilli mixed through, cheese sprinkled over the top.

Lucius and Harry were at the head of the table, with Draco and the twins on one side, Sirius, Remus and Severus on the other. Harry had Teddy Lupin on his lap, feeding the boy little chunks of chicken and pasta. Teddy was squealing and throwing food around, he and Harry both covered in sauce.

Harry licked sauce from the corner of his mouth and said, 'See, Teddy, this is how you eat.' He leaned back and dropped pasta into his mouth, Teddy watching with bright blue eyes. He grabbed a handful and shoved them into his mouth, Harry grinning. 'That's it, Teddy-bear.'

'Normal people use forks,' Lucius commented. Both Harry and Teddy stared at him, the latter's hair turning platinum blonde. Remus snorted and Lucius raised an eyebrow. Teddy's own eyebrow went up and Harry burst out laughing.

Teddy grinned and turned back to Harry, hair turning black, eyes emerald green.

'Much better,' Lucius said.

Harry smiled and dangled a noodle over Teddy's face. Teddy grabbed at it and munched away, flicking sauce all over Harry's face.

Draco watched his father, who was staring at Harry and Teddy. He knew it wouldn't take long until Lucius and Harry had a baby. 'Father?'

'Sorry?' Lucius said, turning away from his mate.

'What are we doing for New Year?' Draco asked again.

'Was there something you wanted to do?' Lucius asked.

Draco shook his head and Fred said, 'What do you normally do?'

'Well, if Father was working, I would stay at home with Mother, go to Severus', or stay at Hogwarts,' Draco said. 'If not we'd go to France or Australia, Ireland, somewhere fun.'

'I think we should stay at the Manor,' Lucius said, eyes back on Harry and Teddy.

Teddy was chewing open mouthed and Harry said, 'Nah, Teddy-bear, eat like Uncle Harry.' He chewed slowly and Teddy's lips clamped up, copying Harry perfectly. 'Who's a clever boy?' Harry grinned and rubbed sauce from his cheek, Teddy giggling.

'We can invite a few friends,' Lucius continued as Teddy licked sauce from Harry's nose. 'I was thinking of having a small party outside with fireworks.'

'Fireworks?' the twins perked up instantly.

Lucius smiled at them. 'Harry tells me you have a number of fine products that we can buy for good prices.'

'Absolutely,' Fred grinned.

'We have fantastic products,' George agreed.

'Of course I'd have to look at your products, your store, to make sure,' Lucius said and Draco smiled. 'Can you have your products ready by tomorrow?'

The twins nodded.

'And you can set everything up in two days?'

'Yes,' the twins nodded.

'Very well, tomorrow at eleven,' Lucius said and turned his attention back to Harry.

'Invitations?' Severus said.

'Word-of-mouth, invite people who you trust,' Lucius murmured, watching Harry feed Teddy a spoon-full of sauce. It dribbled down Teddy's chin and Harry cooed as he wiped it away, Lucius grinning at the sight.

'And we've lost him,' Severus said.

The others chuckled, Lucius didn't hear them.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry was in the sitting room with Teddy and Sirius, all three playing with toys and colouring pencils. Teddy had a red marker and Lucius smiled as he walked in, fixing his tie and watching the little boy swipe Sirius again.

'Oi, you little brat,' Sirius said and jumped.

Teddy squealed and tried to crawl away, only to be grabbed by both legs. He giggled loudly as Sirius dragged him across the carpet.

'Tickle attack!' Harry shouted and and dug his fingers into Teddy's sides. Teddy squealed in delight, laughter bubbling from his lips as he tried to break free. Sirius let him go and Teddy crawled over Harry, trying to tickle the older wizard. 'No, stop, have mercy!' Harry begged as he laid on his back, Teddy sitting on his chest.

Teddy gave him a truly evil look and slapped Harry's chest, Harry laughing.

'No mercy, right, Teddy?' Sirius said and loomed over his godson.

'No!' Harry shouted, only for Sirius to start tickling him.

Lucius didn't mind that Sirius was touching his mate. A small flame of jealousy licked at his insides but it was nice to see Harry laughing, and it was beautiful seeing Harry with a baby. Teddy often took Harry's features, looking like a mini Potter, and Lucius lost hours thinking about what his and Harry's future children would look like.

'Luce, help, they're attacking me!' Harry shouted, dragging Lucius from his thoughts.

Teddy spotted him and his hair turned blonde, eyes a stormy grey. Lucius smiled and crossed the room to crouch beside them. 'Is this true, Teddy?'

Teddy grinned shyly and looked down. Lucius smiled and Teddy raised his marker.

'And what is that?' the Slytherin asked.

Teddy gurgled, 'Mar... mar...'

Lucius raised an eyebrow and Harry sat up, watching as his godson tried to speak.

'Can you say marker?' Harry asked.

Teddy looked at him before screwing up his face.

'Mar...'

'Can you say Harry?' Lucius suggested.

Teddy pointed at Harry and the Slytherin nodded. With a look of great concentration on his face, Teddy said, 'Hawwy.'

Harry grinned. 'Did he just say my name?'

'I think so,' Sirius smiled.

'Hawwy,' Teddy repeated, smiling to himself.

'Excellent,' Lucius smiled, patting Teddy on the head.

'Markie,' Teddy said, brandishing the marker.

'That is so adorable,' Harry grinned and hugged Teddy close.

'Hawwy, markie, Hawwy, markie,' Teddy giggled.

'I have to tell Remus,' Sirius said.

Lucius smiled as Teddy turned back to him. 'Markie?' he asked and Teddy nodded vigorously. 'I think that colour suits Harry.'

Teddy seemed to understand and turned to colour Harry's nose in, the teenager held down by his godfather.

'You prats, stop it!' Harry laughed, Teddy drawing a circle on his cheek.

'I'm afraid I can't, I have business,' Lucius said and leaned down to kiss his mate. Harry groaned and then giggled when Teddy got Lucius. 'That was uncalled for,' the Slytherin said, wiping his cheek.

Teddy grinned and Harry grabbed the marker. 'No mercy,' Harry said and pushed Teddy to the floor. Teddy shrieked as Harry ripped his shirt up, drawing up and down the baby's chest and stomach.

'What is going on in here?' Remus asked, walking into the sitting room. Severus was behind him and he raised an eyebrow as he saw Lucius wiping his face clean.

'Marker attack,' Harry grinned, sitting up. Teddy pulled himself up and looked at his dad, arms up.

'There's my little bear,' Remus said and crouched to hug him.

'Hawwy,' Teddy said very matter-of-factly.

Remus blinked. 'What?'

'Hawwy,' the little boy repeated and pointed at the teenager.

'Did he just say-' Remus began.

'Harry, yes,' Lucius smiled.

'His first word is Harry,' Remus grinned and hugged his son. 'Merlin, I'm so proud of you, Ted- oi!'

Teddy giggled and coloured in the werewolf's neck.

'People aren't colouring books, Teddy,' Remus told his son.

'Are too,' Sirius said and grabbed another marker. 'Harry's a colouring book.'

Lucius left to three adults and one baby colouring each other in, Severus watching with a smirk of amusement.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius apparated to Diagon Alley and walked through the busy crowds, bypassing people who stared at him. He managed to get to the twins' shop before a few reporters found him.

'Mr Malfoy!'

Lucius turned to see three reporters, two cameramen, and a whole heap of curious bystanders staring at him.

'Yes?' Lucius said.

'How's your relationship with Harry Potter going?' the first reporter demanded.

'Are you thinking of marriage or children?' came from another.

'Is it true you're teaching Harry Potter Dark Arts?' was a weird one that had Lucius frowning.

'I'm not giving interviews, now go away,' Lucius said in his best diplomatic voice. Reporters always irritated him and he pushed into the shop, the hoard following.

'Mr Malfoy, Mr Malfoy, MR MALFOY!'

'Oi!'

Lucius turned at the new voice and spotted a short, dark-skinned man with black dreadlocks and warm chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing a Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes shirt, the colour magenta and the logo gold. His trousers were pressed, the jacket he was wearing nice, and he pushed past Lucius to face the crowd.

'Mr Malfoy is here for business, not to talk about his personal life,' the younger wizard said.

'We just want-' a reporter began.

'No,' the wizard said, cutting her off. 'Be professional and owl for an interview, don't jump him in public. You're not welcome here if Mr Malfoy doesn't want to speak to you.' He glanced at Lucius, who nodded. 'See? Now out, get out.'

He ushered them all outside and Lucius watched as the wizard drew up shields to keep them out.

'Merlin, sorry about that,' the man said, coming back in and stowing his wand away.

'Not a problem,' Lucius smiled. 'Thank you for that.'

'They need to respect your privacy,' the man said before smiling. 'Sorry, where are my manners? Lee Jordan.'

He held out his hand and Lucius shook it. 'Lucius Malfoy.'

'Of course, I was two years above your son in school,' Lee said.

'You're the twins' business partner?' Lucius asked.

Lee nodded. 'After Hogwarts I got a business degree, the twins mainly produce products and such. I help them deal with the business side.'

He led Lucius through the shop, stopping before a young witch in the Wheezes' purple shirt.

'Laila, can you watch the front counter?' Lee asked. 'And make sure no one comes in looking for Mr Malfoy.'

Laila jumped and looked at Lucius, but professionalism took over. 'Of course, Mr Jordan.'

'Thanks,' Lee said and led Lucius down a hallway and into a large office.

There were two desks, spotlessly clean, with pictures of the Weasley family. The shelves were stacked with products and files, books on all sorts of topics in a large case in the corner. There were framed pictures of the shop, of the twins and Lee, on the walls and Lucius looked at them all.

'The twins are in the workshop, I'll just go get them,' Lee smiled and left Lucius alone. A few minutes later he returned.

'Mr Malfoy,' Fred smiled, shaking the blonde's hand first.

'Welcome to Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes,' George said. 'Sorry about the reporters.'

'It's not your fault,' Lucius said.

'Please come through to our workshop, we have a number of products on show,' Fred said and led Lucius from the office.

An hour later they had a deal. Lucius was amazed at the different kinds of fireworks the twins had on offer, some general ones that were found in most stores, most what they had created themselves.

He also heard a lot about their other products; love potions, fake wands, sweets that made you sick, and a number of little animals they'd created with magic and potions.

'For kids who can't have owls or dogs,' Fred explained as Lucius looked at a Pigmy Puff. 'Girls love them.'

'What do they do?' Lucius asked.

'Not much, a bit like hamsters,' George told him. 'They love being stroked, they can eat almost anything, and they're good little company.'

'Except the white ones,' Lee shivered. 'Put a bit too much lust in the poition and they were breeding like rabbits.'

'Really?' Lucius asked, looking amused.

George nodded as Fred said, 'We opened the store once and they were everywhere. Unfortunately we had to destroy them all; they would have overtaken Britain.'

'Draco tells me you're looking at expanding,' Lucius commented as he looked across a variety of quills and ink.

'We are,' Fred said. 'We have a store in Ireland, very small, and Lee runs it with his cousin Amelia.'

'We want to buy Zonko's but don't have the funds at the moment,' George admitted.

'Yes, Draco mentioned that,' Lucius said and drew back. 'Well, boys, I'm very impressed. If you need an investor, I'm available.'

Lee's mouth fell open as the twins said, 'Really?'

Lucius nodded. 'A detailed presentation, what market you're aiming for, and your profits as well as business management, and I'll have no problem funding the Hogsmeade branch.'

'Thank you so much,' Fred gushed.

'We'll get right on it,' George grinned.

'Huh-nah...' Lee gawped.

Lucius smiled and checked his pocketwatch. 'I have to get back to the Manor, I left Harry getting attacked by a marker-weilding infant.'

Fred chuckled and nodded as George said, 'Thank you for coming by, we'll have your order packed and sent by tonight.'

'Can you tell Draco we'll be back late, around ten?' Fred asked. 'We have a new order coming in and have to re-stock the shelves.'

'Of course,' Lucius said.

'You can use our floo,' Lee said, head coming back and a broad grin spreading across his face. 'If you don't want to face the reporters.'

'Thank you, but my floos aren't connected to the store.'

'The one in our office is connected to Draco's bedroom,' Fred said and blushed when Lucius raised an eyebrow.

'Saves t-travel time,' George mumbled.

Lucius smirked and thanked them again before following them back to their office.

'Oh, boys,' Lucius said as he threw powder into the fireplace. 'Don't tell Harry that,' he finished and stepped in.

Fred and George burned red as Lucius was swept away.

 

{oOo}

 

Lucius got back to find Harry and Sirius both asleep, Remus and Severus playing chess. Sirius was sprawled in an armchair, head tipped back and lips parted, a blanket thrown over his legs. Harry was curled up on the sofa in a little ball, a blanket covering his body, the only thing visible the top of his messy head.

Teddy was napping in a cot in the corner and Remus and Severus glanced up when Lucius came in.

'Teddy tired them out,' Remus said, smiling as he glanced at his boyfriend and godson. 'All the while shouting 'Hawwy', 'markie', and 'Sevie'.'

'Sevie?' Lucius asked.

Remus smiled. 'I think he was trying to say Severus.' The potions master rolled his eyes and moved one of his pawns.

'I don't blame them, children can be a handful,' Lucius said, sitting on the sofa. He pushed the blanket down to reveal Harry's face, peaceful in sleep, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

'You'll have to deal with it soon enough,' Severus commented, moving his queen and taking one of Remus' castles.

'Hopefully not until he finishes Hogwarts and we're married,' Lucius said.

'Really, that soon?' Remus asked.

Lucius smiled. 'I would ask Harry to marry me right now if I thought he was ready.'

'He'd say yes, he loves you,' Remus said. 'Check,' he grinned triumphantly.

'How did it go with the twins?' Severus asked, moving his king.

'They're smart young men and their products are astounding,' Lucius said, stroking Harry's hair. 'I expressed my interest in becoming an investor.

'Really?' Remus commented, taking Severus' bishop.

'If they can prove to me that I'll turn a profit, I'd be very interested,' Lucius said. 'I know the owner of Zonko's is looking at retiring and the store does well from Hogwarts students. With the Weasleys running it, they'll do well.'

'They do have a knack for it,' Severus said, taking Remus' remaining pawn. Bits of it went flying across the board before being magiced to the side. 'I remember them always screwing around in potions.'

Lucius smiled and said, 'They're funny, you have to admit.'

'I'll never admit it,' Severus said. 'Checkmate.'

'Damn it,' Remus sighed before waving his hand. The pieces all fit back together and he leaned back.

'Huzzah,' Harry snorted and sat up, blinking rapidly. His glasses had imprinted into his cheek and Lucius chuckled, stroking the marks. 'Whazza...' Harry mumbled.

'Hello there,' Lucius said.

Harry grinned and kissed him softly. 'You're back already?'

'Harry, you've been asleep about three hours,' Remus said.

'Oh,' Harry yawned. 'Merlin, Teddy has a lot of energy.'

'Like his mother there,' Remus said and glanced at his son.

Sirius snored loudly and Severus raised an eyebrow.

'He does that a lot,' Remus said and kicked his bodyfriend.

'NO, BACK YOU BEAST!' Sirius shouted and leapt to his feet. Harry giggled as his godfather realised where he was and blushed. 'Who kicked me?' he demanded, sinking back onto the armchair.

'No one,' Remus smiled and pecked Sirius quickly on the lips.

'You're getting old, Black,' Severus commented as he poured himself a drink.

'Harry fell asleep too,' the Animagus pouted.

''Cause Lucius tires me out,' Harry said cheekily.

'Gods, what's the matter with you?' Sirius demanded.

'We're all adults here,' Lucius said. 'We can talk about sex.'

'No thank you,' Sirius grunted. 'Harry's like my son, don't need to hear it.'

'Well we don't need to hear about Remus' impressive girth,' Severus said.

Sirius burned red and Harry snickered. 'You talk in your sleep, remember?' Remus told him.

'Oh, right,' Sirius grumbled and rubbed his eyes. 'What's for dinner?'

Harry chuckled.

Chapter 36: New Year

New Years Eve was cold, of course, but Lucius, Severus, and Remus were setting about to change that. They had set up a large tent that ran parallel to the veranda, spells cast to keep the cold out. A spell went up to stop snow falling on the veranda and the doors of the back deck had been opened, wood heaped up beside the two fireplaces.

Harry and the others spent the entire day setting up tables and chairs, Harry and Draco helping Dobby and Griffy prepare the food. Dumbledore had sent three elves from Hogwarts to help and Harry spent a lot of time instructing them on how to make party food; little sausage rolls and pies, frankfurts wrapped in bacon and pastry, popcorn and crisps and hot chips.

Remus and Sirius disappeared to get the drinks, heading to both Diagon Alley and Muggle London for wizard alcohol, Muggle drinks, and sodas.

Fred and George had told them that the entire Weasley clan was coming, minus Molly who was spending the night with Ginny in St Mungo's. Lee and Laila from the store were coming, as well as Luna, Neville, Seamus and Dean, Andromeda Tonks, a few of Draco's Slytherin friends, Terry Boot from Ravenclaw, the Patel twins and Lavender Brown. Oliver Wood was back in England for a match between Puddlemore and the Chudley Cannons and had owled Harry to see how he was going. Harry had quickly invited the other Gryffindor.

Lucius had invited a few of the Slytherins' parents, those who hadn't supported the Dark Lord; Pansy's mother and father, the Zabinis, the Greengrasses and a few other pure-blood families.

'A lot of people are coming,' Harry commented as he, Lucius, Draco and the twins stood ready to greet their guests.

'Mm, well New Year isn't as important as Yule,' Lucius told him, quickly reaching to fuss over Harry's red and gold striped tie. The teenager was wearing a black button-up shirt, black jeans, and a coat. The twins and Draco were dressed similarly, only Lucius had worn a robe.

'Luce, it's fine,' Harry said and swatted his mate's hand away.

'If you're going to wear a tie, wear it properly.'

'You weren't this anal at Hogwarts,' Harry said.

'That's before I'd been in your arse,' Lucius whispered in his ear.

Harry shivered and licked his lips, mind filling with very naughty images. Fortunately Draco and his mates chose to ignore him as Lucius smirked.

There was a knock on the door and Dobby, Griffy, and the other three house elves (Missy, Dala, and Pin-Pin), were all ready.

'Well, let's get this over with and have some fun,' Harry smiled.

 

{oOo}

 

An hour later the guests had all arrived, the back deck, veranda, and tent filled with people. Lucius was chatting with a few of the pure-bloods, Draco and Harry sitting on the pool table because there were no chairs left. A few of the women were cooing over Teddy, who was shifting his hair colour so fast it ended up striped blue, green, red and brown.

The twins were laughing with their brothers, Ron with a firm arm around Hermione's waist. Severus was talking to Oliver Wood, the two seeming to put old house rivalries aside for the night.

Harry grinned when he saw that Draco was staring at the twins.

'You looove them,' he teased.

'Shut up, Mummy,' Draco smirked.

Harry groaned. 'I'll kill Severus and Forge, they started this whole mess.'

'It suits you, your future kids should call you Mummy.'

'Don't you dare tell them that,' Harry growled.

'I'll start on Teddy first,' Draco grinned.

'Dray!' The two looked up to see Blaise, Greg Goyle, and a girl Harry hadn't met before. 'Dray, where have you been?' Blaise continued as he approached, a goblet of alcohol in his hand. Harry wrinkled his nose at the smell and shifted back.

'Busy with family,' Draco shrugged and glanced at Harry. 'Have you all met officially?'

'No,' Greg said and held out his hand. 'Gregory Goyle.'

'Harry Potter,' the other teenager said with a smile.

'No way, the Harry Potter?' Blaise smirked. Draco rolled his eyes as the Slytherin shook Harry's hand. 'Blaise Zabini IV.'

'The fourth, really?' Harry asked.

Blaise sighed. 'My parents have no imagination.'

'Neither did mine,' Harry said. 'I mean, Harry's as normal as they come.'

'Draco definitely takes the weirdo cake,' Greg commented.

'I'll hex you, Goyle,' Draco glared.

'So, Potter-' Blaise began.

'Harry,' the Gryffindor interrupted.

'Harry,' Blaise nodded, 'how's life with the Malfoys? Have they converted you into a Dark wizard yet?'

Harry could tell the taller boy was joking and smiled. 'Not yet, but they're trying.'

'Oh yes, Father's definitely trying,' Draco mocked, 'by shagging you in every bloody room.'

Harry blushed. Earlier that day Draco and the twins had walked in on Harry and Lucius in the study. To say Draco took it badly was an understatement; no child wanted to see their parents in that position.

Blaise, Greg, and the girl Harry hadn't met yet all laughed.

'Sorry, this is Astoria Greengrass,' Draco said, pointing at the girl. She was tall, about the same height as Harry, with wavy honey hair that fell down her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She inclined her head and Draco said, 'Sorry.'

'Greengrass?' Harry asked. 'That name's familiar.'

'My sister, Daphne, was in the same year as you,' Astoria said.

Harry vaguely remembered a blonde girl who used to hang out with Pansy. 'Right...'

'I wanted to apologise for what I did in school,' Greg cut in, making everyone look at him. 'I was a complete tosser.'

'Yeah, you were,' Harry agreed.

'My dad was a fucker,' Greg continued and Harry raised his eyebrows.

'Seriously, Greg's dad makes mine look like a fluffy rabbit,' Draco said.

'He was one of the Dark Lord's worse Death Eaters; loved Dark curses and stuff,' Greg continued. 'I had little choice but to act like that or he'd cane me.'

'Gods, that's awful,' Harry said.

Greg shrugged. 'Part of it was my dad, part was me being a wanker. I hope we can move past it.'

Harry smiled. 'Hey, if I can see Lucius Malfoy as gorgeous, Draco as an adorable little boy-'

'Oi!' the Malfoy heir interjected.

'- then I can see you as a mate,' Harry talked over his kit. 'So no worries. We all did shitty stuff in school.'

'Friend,' Lucius said, crossing the room towards them. 'Friend, Harry, not mate,' he said and scowled at Greg. Greg, Blaise and Astoria all stepped back quickly.

'Sorry, friend,' Harry smiled and leaned up. He kissed Lucius quickly before the blonde drew back.

'Come,' Lucius said and dragged him off the pool table.

'Yes sir,' Harry grinned and look at the others. 'Sorry, he gets really jealous.'

Draco snickered and Lucius shot a glare at his son before tugging Harry through the crowd.

'Easy, I was just joking,' Harry said.

'Mm-hmm,' Lucius murmured.

Lucius sat on the sofa closest to the fire and dragged Harry onto his lap. Harry got comfortable before looking around. They'd joined Andy, Hermione, Ron, Oliver and Severus.

'Hey there, Harry,' Oliver smiled and reached out to shake his hand again.

Harry took it and Lucius' arm tightened around his waist. 'Luce, for the love of Slytherin, calm down,' Harry told him.

Lucius ignored him completely and Oliver smiled as he sat back.

'I hear you play Quidditch,' Lucius said.

Oliver nodded as Harry said, 'He was captain when I got put on the team in first year.'

'Never seen anything like Potter,' Oliver smiled. 'Not even Charlie Weasley was as good as him.'

Harry rolled his eyes and Lucius smiled proudly.

'Shove off, the lot of you,' Harry said and held out his hand. A plate of cheeses, carrots, and other cut up vegetable shot to him. Harry placed the plate on his lap and ate slowly, dipping vegetables in a variety of dips.

'Harry, anyone with a set of eyes can see you're great at Quidditch,' Hermione said from the armchair in front of him. 'Though I don't understand the sport, honestly.'

She received scandalised looks from every single male around her.

''Mione, really,' Ron said.

'Quidditch is the most amazing sport ever,' Harry mumbled through a mouthful of food.

'It's all about team work and flying extremely quickly, strategies too,' Oliver added.

'It brings people together,' Severus offered.

'And it's a great way to pass the time,' Lucius finished.

Andromeda snorted and said, 'Hermione, love, you can't win; men love Quidditch.'

'Some girls too,' Harry said, thinking of Ginny.

'Girls are the most vicious players, I'm telling you,' Oliver said. 'I was playing the Silver Falcons three days ago and they have two female beaters. They're small but gods do they pack a punch.' He stood and pulled up his silk shirt, showing them a large purple and green bruises on his hip.

'Ouch,' Hermione said.

'That was from Lois Zagont, nineteen-year-old,' Oliver said, sitting back down. 'About five foot six, skinny as a rake, and she snapped three bats last season.'

'Blimey,' Ron said and Hermione and Andromeda looked pleased.

'Never underestimate a woman,' Andy said, the younger witch nodding.

'Oh, I never would,' Harry said and smiled at Hermione. 'Wouldn't wanna face her wand.' He shoved a cracker into his mouth, spraying his lap in crumbs.

Lucius tutted at Harry before saying, 'I've faced her wand.' He brushed crumbs from his robes as he continued, 'She sent me crashing to the floor in the Department of Mysteries. I didn't even attack her.'

'Well you were all scary looking,' Hermione said. 'What was I supposed to do?'

'Blast my mate across the room,' Harry giggled.

Lucius swatted his arse and Harry yelped.

'Harry, have you thought about becoming a professional Quidditch player?' Oliver asked, all eyes turning to him.

'Erm... no,' the teenager said honestly.

'Why not?' Oliver demanded. 'You're an amazing seeker, and a fair good chaser too. You'd be picked, easy.'

'I'd hate to travel all the time and the fame that comes with it,' Harry said. 'I don't want to drag Lucius all over the world.'

'I wouldn't mind,' Lucius said.

Harry smiled and kissed his cheek. 'I know, love, but it wouldn't be fair to you. Plus I don't want to be any more famous than I am; I want to fade into the background.'

'Yes, 'cause that'll happen marrying a Malfoy,' Ron snorted.

Harry smiled. 'I know... but nah, Quidditch is just a hobby. I love it, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to play professionally.'

Oliver looked put out and Harry apologised again.

'S'fine,' Oliver sighed.

'You can come over to the Manor and play any time you want,' Harry said, glancing at Lucius.

'Of course,' his boyfriend agreed. 'As long as you owl in advance and don't hurt my mate.'

'You should see Lucius play, he's amazing,' Harry grinned. 'He was a keeper too.'

'Really?' Oliver asked.

'Second year to seventh,' Severus told him. 'Of course it made his ego even bigger.'

'It's not my fault I was a good player,' Lucius huffed. 'Besides, I didn't prance about like I was Merlin's gift to women.'

'No, Merlin's gift to men,' Severus smirked.

Lucius glared at him and Harry giggled. 'Oh, Luce, ignore the mean snake,' he said and kissed his partner. Lucius lost the glare and kissed Harry back, arms winding around the teenager's back.

'Enough,' Severus said and the couple broke apart, Harry looking flushed. He smiled in embarrassment and leaned against his mate.

 

{oOo}

 

'Harry,' Dean Thomas smiled as his best friend sat beside him. The others had all migrated off, leaving Harry and Lucius alone.

'Hi Dean, Seamus,' Harry smiled.

'Professor Malfoy,' the two Gryffindors nodded at Lucius.

'Mr Thomas, Mr Finnegan,' he smiled at them. 'Enjoying your holiday?'

'It's brilliant,' Seamus said. 'We're staying with Dean's mum in France.'

'She was a bit iffy about using a portkey, but I talked her into it,' Dean admitted. 'So we've spent all the holidays, and Christmas, in Paris.'

'Sounds lovely,' Harry said.

'I'll take you sometime,' Lucius murmured to him.

Harry grinned.

'How are you, Harry?' Dean asked, drinking from his goblet.

'Happy,' Harry said honestly. 'Tired, enjoying myself, you know; pretty good all around.'

'Good to hear,' Seamus smiled.

'Best holidays ever,' Harry said and kissed Lucius.

'It's still weird to see you all...' Dean waved his hand at Harry and Lucius.

'All what?' Harry asked.

Seamus said, 'You know... cosy.'

Harry could see where they were coming from. 'It's just so normal for me,' he said. 'We've been like this since August.'

'Can't believe you managed to hide it,' Seamus said, nibbling on a bowl of crisps.

'We're very sneaky,' Harry grinned.

'He's turning you into a Slytherin,' Dean commented and Lucius chuckled.

'And?' Harry asked.

Dean smiled and Seamus said, 'And nothing.'

Lucius smiled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry started yawning heavily and Lucius shifted him. 'Alright there, love?'

'Just tired,' Harry admitted. 'It's been a long day.'

'You've been tired a lot lately.'

Harry sighed. 'I'm fine, Lucius, honestly. Stop worrying.'

'I'll worry as much as I want,' Lucius growled before his features softened. 'Do you want to go to bed?'

'Nah, I'll stay-stay u-u-up,' Harry choked out through a yawn. 'Wanna see the fireworks.'

He leaned heavily against Lucius and closed his eyes.

'Don't fall asleep, little one,' Lucius whispered.

'I won't,' Harry mumbled back.

 

{oOo}

 

'Harry.'

'Mm.'

'Harry?'

'Nn.'

'Harry, wake up.'

Harry grumbled loudly as he opened his eyes. He was a bit disorientated and his neck hurt. He groaned and heard a chuckle. Looking up, Harry realised he'd fallen asleep on Lucius' lap on the back deck.

'Mm,' he yawned. 'Wassa time?'

'Almost midnight, it's why I woke you,' Lucius said. 'Come on, the twins are getting the fireworks ready.'

Harry was slipped onto his feet and Lucius had to help him stand. Harry wrapped his arms around Lucius' waist and walked bleary-eyed out onto the veranda, through the tent, and onto the grounds.

He shivered and Lucius cast a quick warming charm. 'Are you sure you don't want to go to bed?' he asked.

'Mm, after the fireworks,' Harry said. 'I wanna kiss you at midnight.'

Lucius smiled and led Harry to the rest of the guests, who were standing in a broken line.

'Hey there, sleepy head,' Sirius said, spotting Harry and Lucius.

Harry poked his tongue out as Remus said, 'You alright, Harry?'

'Would everyone stop asking me that? I'm fine,' the teenager grumbled.

'Moody,' Sirius mumbled.

'Shut up,' Harry yawned.

Lucius stroked a hand through Harry's hair, instantly calming the Gryffindor. There were soft conversations as Fred and George hovered around the fireworks. A few minutes later they turned, wands out, and bowed to the gathered people.

'My Lords, my Ladies-' Fred began.

'- Masters, Heirs-' George said.

'- and those without a title,' Fred smiled.

'We thank you for gathering for our demonstration.'

'Put together and paid for by Lord Lucius Malfoy,' George said. There was a short round of applause before the younger twin spoke again. 'You are in for a special treat-'

'- gathered here is some of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes' finest products,' Fred took over. 'Hand-picked by yours truly as well as Lord Malfoy.'

'It was expensive, so you'd better bloody like it,' George quipped.

There were a few chuckles and the twins grinned.

'So, we're Fred and George Weasley-' Fred said.

'- or Forge and Gred Weasley,' George cut in.

'Sometimes the twins,' Fred smiled.

'Or just, 'Hey, you tossers',' George added.

Harry snorted loudly and drew a few looks.

'Oi, Mummy Malfoy, don't take the spotlight away from us,' George said.

'Shut up, you wanker,' Harry retorted loud enough for everyone to hear.

Draco growled and the twins grinned.

'Now, now, little dragon, calm yourself,' Fred smiled warmly. The guests had all been told that the twins were Draco's mates and they'd accepted it, though thought it a little odd.

'So, without further ado,' George said.

'Whatever that means,' Fred added.

'Please, enjoy the free show,' George said.

'And don't forget to visit Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley in London-'

'- and Snake's Row in Ireland-'

'- and soon another branch in Hogsmeade,' they finished together and bowed.

There was more clapping as the twins headed to either end of the line of fireworks they'd set up. They nodded at each other before shooting sparks at the fireworks and running.

'She's gonna blow!' George shouted and Fred cackled.

The guests all stared as the twins stood either side of Draco, waiting.

'What-' Harry began, only to be cut off buy an explosion.

Purple smoke covered the ground, bellowing around their feet and lapping at the snow. Two large boxes shot off the ground and hovered before exploding. Sharp cracks rang out as lengths of coloured, sparkly fireworks leapt into the air.

There were a lot of gasps as they shot into the crowd, spinning and whizzing loudly, showering them in colourful lights.

Everyone gasped, eyes wide as the fireworks zipped and chased each other, drawing patterns in the sky. Sirius sniggered as they drew crude pictures and Remus smacked him over the head.

The fireworks began to fizzle out, only for larger ones to explode from the other boxes. They were about a metre long, five inches thick, and whirled through the air high above their heads. Harry's mouth fell open; it was just like that day Fred and George had left Hogwarts, only on a much bigger scale.

More fireworks went off, these ones in all shapes and sizes; flowers, small dragons, mer-people and other fantastic beasts. The crowd watched, stunned, as an entire Quidditch team was assembled from sparkly lights, a Quaffle being thrown around.

It went on for at least twenty minutes, the fireworks eventually sizzling out and leaving silence, thick smoke curling over everyone's heads. The guests clapped and the twins grinned.

'And now-' Fred began.

'- for the main event,' George finished.

The box in the middle slowly flipped open and two large ropes slipped out. Fred and George bowed again before pointing their wands. The ropes, which Harry now realised were fuses, lit up and flamed brightly.

There was a seconds pause before flames roared from the box. The entire audience stepped back, covering their faces. When they looked again a massive dragon made completely of fireworks and magic was soaring through the air.

'Merlin, that's awesome,' Harry breathed.

Lucius was just staring, looking very impressed.

The dragon roared and sparkly fire slipped from its lips. The fire began to morph and the crowd watched as it became a massive 10.

'TEN!' Fred and George shouted.

Everyone realised it was the countdown to midnight; the twins had planned it perfectly.

'NINE!' the twins roared.

Another number formed and the crowd shouted along.

'EIGHT!'

The next number appeared and not one person was silent.

'SEVEN!'

Draco grinned as the twins hugged him from either side.

'SIX!'

Lucius drew Harry close, the teenager's eyes pulling away from the fireworks.

'FIVE!'

Lucius smiled warmly and tugged until he and his mate were flush against each other.

'FOUR!'

Reaching out, the Slytherin brushed Harry's hair back, fingers ghosting his cheek.

'THREE!'

Harry grinned as Lucius cupped his cheek with one hand, the other winding around his waist.

'TWO!'

Harry's arms went around Lucius' neck and he tugged him down.

'ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!'

Harry's and Lucius' lips pressed together, the feeling and taste drowning everything out. Other couples celebrated, Sirius and Remus kissed, Fred and George smothered Draco, and Severus avoided a drunk Oliver Wood.

But none of that mattered as Lucius' lips moved against Harry's, the kiss sweet and loving and filled with everything they felt for each other.

When they finally broke apart they were both panting slightly and there was still cheering.

'Happy New Year, Harry,' Lucius said and kissed his cheek, his jaw, moving down to kiss his Mark. 'I love you.'

Harry shivered and wet his lips when Lucius pulled back. 'I love you too, Lucius,' he smiled. 'Happy New Year.'

They shared silly grins and kissed again, happy to spend the first hours of the new year in each other's arms.

Chapter 37: Goodbye Malfoy Manor, Hello Hogwarts

Malfoy Manor was full of hungover people, all except Harry and Lucius. They found a very apologetic Terry Boot asleep on the dining room table, Oliver, Dean and Seamus all spooning on the floor of the sitting room, Sirius and Remus passed out in their bedroom, Severus nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee, and Draco and the twins staring at the wall with unseeing eyes.

Albus too seemed a little out of it and was barely listening when Lucius tried to discuss the twins moving to Hogwarts with Draco. He just sipped his coffee, agreed, and left quickly.

'This is so fun,' Harry grinned and glanced at Lucius. 'Why aren't you hungover?'

'I only had a few drinks,' Lucius said. He and Harry were in the sitting room, watching Draco and the twins trying to get Oliver, Dean and Seamus up. 'I don't drink a lot,' the blonde admitted, sipping his coffee.

Harry had a mug of hot chocolate and was snuggled up next to his mate. He giggled when Oliver tried to hit Fred, only for Draco to snarl and yank him up.

'Out, now!' the Malfoy heir hissed.

Oliver apologised quickly while running and Dean and Seamus soon followed after thanking Lucius and Harry for having them over. After an hour it was just the family, Sirius and Remus both joining them with Teddy.

'What a party,' Sirius said, flinging himself onto an armchair.

'Mm,' Remus nodded in agreement.

'Who would have thought Malfoy Manor would play host to a bunch of drunk teenagers,' Severus commented.

Sirius snickered. 'You were drunk too.' Severus rolled his eyes and continued to drink his coffee. He'd downed a bottle of hangover cure earlier and was feeling better. 'Did everyone see Oliver hitting on Ol' Sev?'

Harry giggled and Severus glared darkly.

'Yes, that was quite amusing,' Lucius grinned.

'Shut up, Lucius,' Severus growled.

'He was all over you,' Draco joined in, sitting on the other sofa with his legs beneath him, Fred and George having an arm around him each. Harry found that it wasn't as annoying as it had been; he felt kind of warm whenever he looked at Draco, Fred and George together.

'You totally should have gone for it,' Fred said.

'Oh yes, Oliver would have given you an amazing night,' George nodded.

Draco growled and Fred added, 'We were never with him-'

'- nope, definitely not,' George agreed.

'We're a one-man duo,' Fred smiled.

'And that one man is you,' George said and kissed Draco on the lips.

Lucius glanced at Harry, who was grinning stupidly. 'You finally approve?' he asked his mate.

Harry shrugged, dunking a marshmellow into his hot chocolate. 'As long as I don't see anything other then kissing, I think I'll be okay.'

'Finally,' George sighed.

'We're sick of sneaking around,' Fred yawned.

'It's annoying,' Draco added.

'Merlin, you've turned into them,' Sirius commented.

The twins grinned and Draco blushed.

'Why didn't you hook up with Oliver?' Sirius asked, turning his attention back to Severus. 'You're both single.'

'I don't sleep with students,' Severus muttered.

'He's an ex-student,' Remus reminded him. 'And, what, about twenty-three? He's old enough to know the difference between sex and love.'

'I don't take advantage of inebriated young men.'

'Ah, but you like young men, right?' Harry asked. All eyes turned to him and he said, 'Well I don't know if Sev is straight or gay or what.'

'Bisexual,' Lucius told him and Severus scowled. 'What? Everyone knows.'

The twins both nodded.

'We totally used to talk you up to the younger students,' Fred said.

'Told them you were sexy under your robes,' George said.

'Not that we looked,' they said together after catching the scowl on Draco's face.

'Damn right you never bloody looked,' Draco muttered, shoving toast into his mouth.

'You were pimping him out?' Sirius grinned.

'Oliver started it, he had a crush on you,' Fred told Severus.

Harry giggled. 'Ha, Sev was leered at in the dungeons.'

Sirius, the twins, and Lucius all laughed as Severus glared. Remus and Draco gave him soft looks and Harry snorted into his hot chocolate.

'Okay, let's all l-leave Severus a-alone,' Lucius said, wiping tears from his eyes.

'I'd like to see how you'd react if a drunk wizard was slobbering all over you,' Severus growled.

'I'd handle it with grace and dignity,' Lucius answered.

'No you wouldn't,' Harry said and the others looked at him. 'No drunk person is getting within a three feet radius of you.'

Lucius smiled and pulled Harry closer, kissing his cheek. 'Well there you go; my own little bodyguard.'

'Not little,' Harry mumbled.

'No, not where it counts,' Lucius winked.

Draco and Sirius grimaced and the others chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

Harry didn't want to go back. It wasn't that he hated Hogwarts, or even his classes and homework. At Malfoy Manor he and Lucius could spend every minute together; kissing, touching, laughing and talking. Sirius and Remus were there, Teddy too, and the twins and Severus were always fun. At Hogwarts Harry couldn't sit on Lucius' lap in the middle of class, or even at breakfast or dinner. He couldn't drag the man away at any given time for sex either... well, maybe he could do that.

It was annoying and Harry pouted in the days leading up to the new term. Lucius tried to keep him occupied with books, sex, chess, sex, horse riding, swimming, food... sex... It all worked for a little while and then Harry would remember and pout again.

'I don't understand why Harry's so upset,' Sirius commented one afternoon two days before Harry, Draco, Lucius, Severus and the twins were heading to Hogwarts. He and Remus were in the lab with Severus, helping him work on a few healing potions. 'He's always upset.'

'He'll miss jumping Lucius every hour,' Severus said, leaning over to inspect one of his cauldrons.

'Please don't say that,' the Animagus grimaced.

Remus smiled and said, 'He's just going to miss spending the entire day with Lucius.'

'But they live together at Hogwarts, they'll see each other, what's the problem?' Sirius asked.

'Padfoot, imagine not being able to see the person you're bonded to every single minute,' Remus said.

'Harry and Lucius will only be able to spend certain amounts of time together,' Severus said. 'They'll have classes in-between, homework, Harry has Quidditch...'

'I suppose that'd upset me,' Sirius agreed. 'But still, he's a little testy. Did you see when he threw the chessboard at me 'cause I won?'

'We all saw that,' Severus grinned.

Sirius stuck his tongue out. 'It was a little odd,' Remus said, tilting his head and leaning against the wooden work bench. 'He's been eating a lot too.'

'And the elves keep shouting at him when he wants to go outside and turn into a wolf,' Sirius said.

Severus froze and the other two men looked at him.

'Sev?' Remus questioned.

'You okay?' Sirius asked.

'Fine,' Severus said, clearing his throat. 'I'm sure Harry's just upset.'

'But-' Sirius began.

'Honestly, stop worrying,' Severus tisked, putting a vial down.

Remus and Sirius glanced at each other, the latter shrugging. 'So, gonna have lunch with us next weekend?' the Animagus asked.

'I already said yes,' Severus said, just glad they were moving past Harry. If he was right... sweet Merlin. But no, no, Lucius would have taken precautions...

'No need to bite our heads off,' Sirius grumbled.

Severus smiled. 'My apologies.' His friendship with the werewolf and dog had been one of the weirder things to come out of Lucius' and Harry's bond. Severus never thought he'd be on speaking terms with Sirius Black, let alone actually enjoy and want the man's company.

'Good, just owl us if you want to meet in Diagon or Hogwarts.'

Severus nodded and went back to his potion.

 

{oOo}

 

Finally the day came and Harry sat on his and Lucius' bed pouting.

'Harry, you have to pack,' Lucius said.

'Don't wanna.'

'You're acting like a child.'

'And?'

Lucius sighed and turned to face his mate. Harry had his arms and legs crossed, glaring at the mattress like it had personally offended him.

'I know you'll miss the Manor, love-'

'No, I'll miss you,' Harry corrected.

'I'm not going anywhere.'

'You are,' Harry insisted. 'We won't get to spend as much time together; you'll be busy teaching and I'll have homework, my N.E.W.T.S... I'm gonna miss just sitting with you and having nothing to worry about.'

'Little one, you're stressing over nothing,' Lucius said, crossing the room to sit beside his mate. He leaned over and pulled Harry in for a kiss, the teenager melting. 'We'll make time for each other. There's breakfast and dinner, lunch, free periods, weekends. Don't worry.'

'I'll miss you,' Harry repeated and hugged him tightly.

'I know, little one,' Lucius chuckled. 'I didn't realise you loved me this much.'

'I love you with all my heart,' Harry growled and jumped him. They went tumbling off the bed, Harry landing atop Lucius. Before the blonde could catch his breath Harry was kissing him, small hands moving up to undo his shirt.

'H-Harry, we don't have t-time,' Lucius groaned, Harry licking at his neck.

'So fuck me hard and fast,' Harry grumbled.

Lucius sat up and dragged Harry to his feet. They stumbled into the wall, Lucius turning Harry and making him bend over. The Gryffindor groaned, hands pressed to the wall, as Lucius ripped his jeans down. He massaged both of Harry's cheeks before slipping a finger between, rubbing his entrance.

'Fuck, Luce, hurry,' Harry begged.

Lucius muttered the lubricant charm and suddenly three wet fingers were pushing in, Harry hissing as his muscles burned and stretched. He let out a wanton moan and thrust back, fucking himself on his mate's wonderful digits.

Lucius stabbed at Harry's prostate and the teenager groaned. 'Fucking hell, I'm so close,' he said.

'Come for me,' Lucius hummed, leaning forward, body pressing against Harry's. The teenager let out another groan. 'Come for me, love,' Lucius said and kissed his Mark, free hand wrapping around Harry's cock.

He didn't have time to pull; Harry was coming violently, dripping down the wall and Lucius' hand. His muscles spasmed around the Slytherin's digits and he withdrew them. He quickly leaned back to rip his trousers open, licking his lips as he spread cold gel along his throbbing erection.

Taking Harry's hip with one hand, Lucius held his cock with the other and lined himself up. The head of his cock touched Harry's hole and the teenager pushed back, forcing Lucius into his tight heat. He didn't stop until Lucius was buried all the way in, both wizards letting out a groan.

Harry started moving first, bracing himself against the wall with his hands. The muscles in his arms bulged as he thrust back, impaling himself over and over again on Lucius' cock.

'Fuck, Harry,' Lucius moaned, using his hands to spread Harry's cheeks and watch his erection disappear into the Gryffindor's hole.

'Mmmmm,' Harry moaned loudly, head hanging and back arching as he rolled his hips. 'Oh, soo good,' he breathed out.

'Faster,' Lucius ordered, squeezing Harry's right cheek, nails digging in. Harry groaned in response and started rocking back on his heels.

Swearing loudly, Harry let his head drop, eyes shut and teeth digging into his lip. Sweat was running down his forehead and Lucius growled behind him, slapping Harry's arse until it turned pink. 'Aaah... g-g-gods...'

Lucius started thrusting, meeting Harry each time. One hand grabbed onto Harry's shoulder to keep him in place while the other circled his cock.

'FUCK!' Harry screamed. 'F-FUCK, AH, LUCIUS!'

Harry came after a few tugs, spilling across Lucius' hand. His muscles clenched tightly and Lucius groaned, managing another thrust before leaking into his partner. He fell forward and pushed Harry into the wall, the teenager gasping and resting his forehead against the wallpaper.

They stood together, panting heavily, Lucius' face buried in Harry's neck.

'Fuck me,' Harry groaned.

'I just did,' Lucius said, sounding smug.

Harry chuckled. 'I know, I know.' He took a few deep breaths. 'So packing, huh?'

'Mm.'

'I think sex is more fun.'

Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

As teachers, Lucius and Severus had to arrive at Hogwarts two days before the students to make sure they were ready for classes and had their lessons planned. There was a staff meeting at three so Harry and the others decided to leave the Manor after lunch.

They were in the sitting room, enjoying each others company. Sirius and Remus were heading back to Grimmauld Place and Harry was talking to them while holding Teddy. The little boy seemed to know that Harry was leaving and clung to his t-shirt.

Lucius had his arm around Harry and smiled, hugging him close. Suddenly he paused before his hand dove between the cushions.

'Luce?' Harry questioned.

'There's something poking me...' Lucius murmured. He pulled out a paperback book and glanced down at it. '100 Sex Positions for Gay Couples...' He raised an eyebrow and looked up.

Sirius had choked on his biscuit, Remus and Severus looked confused, Draco poked his tongue out and Harry turned bright red. The twins looked half annoyed, half amused, and Fred looked at Harry.

'You stuffed our Christmas present behind the cushions?'

'We are outraged,' George said.

'Christmas present?' Lucius asked, looking at his mate.

'Erm... w-well,' Harry stuttered, Teddy tilting his head up at him. 'The- the t-twins... erm... F-Fred and George... f-for Christmas...'

Lucius flicked the book open, scanning the table of contents. 'Harry, look, we've done chapter twenty-one.'

Harry glanced over it and said, 'Oh, we have too.'

'Dear gods,' Sirius groaned.

Harry was blushing again and rubbed a hand through his hair.

'Chapter ten looks interesting,' Lucius said and smirked down at his mate.

'Ooh, chapter ten does look good,' George nodded.

'Absolutely,' Fred agreed, he and his brother looking from Harry to Lucius.

'Oh gods,' Harry groaned. Lucius chuckled.

 

{oOo}

 

All too soon it was time to go and Severus disapparated first after saying goodbye to Sirius and Remus. Draco smiled at Teddy before he and the twins disapparated. Harry hugged Sirius and Remus tightly before kissing Teddy on the cheek.

'I'll miss you, Teddy-bear.' The baby gurgled. 'You'll visit, right?' Harry asked his godfathers.

Remus nodded and Sirius said, 'Next weekend we'll come have dinner. You just be careful.'

'And study,' Remus added.

Sirius rolled his eyes and hugged Harry again.

'Okay, that's enough,' Lucius said and tugged Harry back. The other two men chuckled and shook Lucius' hand before thanking him for having them over. 'You're family,' Lucius said and they all smiled. 'Harry, have you got your trunk?'

Harry nodded. 'I sent the owls ahead and their cages are in my pocket.'

'Okay, let's go,' Lucius said and gripped Harry's hand tightly. The teenager waved before Lucius apparated.

 

{oOo}

 

Severus disappeared to put his stuff away and Draco and the twins did the same. The red-heads whistled at their quarters before following Draco to their bedroom.

'This place is pretty nice,' Fred said.

'Yeah, except Harry and Dad always forget to use a silencing charm,' Draco grimaced.

George chuckled and resized Draco's trunk and their boxes. They'd made a trip to their flat above the shop to collect some of their bigger stuff and started putting everything away.

Fred and George took one side of the walk-in wardrobe, Draco the other. Bath p