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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Harry_Malfoy/James_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy/
      Harry_Malfoy/James_Potter, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle_|_Harry_Potter/
      Voldemort
  Character:
      Lucius_Malfoy, Malfoy_Family_(Harry_Potter), Draco_Malfoy, Narcissa_Black
      Malfoy, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, James_Potter, Lily_Evans_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Age
      Difference, Dark!Harry, non-canon, Daddy_Kink, pure_filth, Porn_With
      Plot, Romance, Harry_Has_A_Thing_For_Older_Men, Fluff, Top_Lucius_Malfoy,
      Top_James_Potter, Infidelity, Mpreg
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Daddy_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-29 Updated: 2016-08-06 Chapters: 30/? Words: 81550
****** The Daddy Series ******
by innerempire
Summary
     In which Lucius's and Harry's father-son relationship is explored in
     detail (Porn with plot...I suppose?).
     Harry is well aware of the fact that he is the apple of Lucius’s eye,
     even if his father refuses to admit it. This…relationship that he has
     with Lucius is unhealthy, but he's so very addicted to it. Harry
     wants nothing more than to prove that he’s worthy of being Lucius’s
     darling little boy.
     ''Did you miss me, daddy?'' Harry returns the question, the last word
     so utterly filthy that it rings in Lucius's ears.
     Also, he doesn't expect to have more than one daddy, to be honest.
     How so very lucky.
     (So it's not all porn!Just an excuse for me to write Lucius/Harry)
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
     I cannot stress the warnings enough. This work contains parent/child
     incest and (consensual) underage sex. Harry is only sixteen in this
     fic.
     This fanfiction's plot is non-canon. Harry, Ron and Hermione are in
     Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw respectively (but they're still
     best friends). Hogwarts still exists in this fic, but it's more of a
     private school kind of setting, which means that they don't have to
     stay in the school grounds after classes.
***** Daddy *****
''Harry.''
He rouses when the all too familiar polished tone pushes through the fog of
sleepiness, blearily glancing around until his gaze settles on the tall figure
looming over the armchair that he had fallen asleep in.
''Father.'' Harry exhales softly, the corners of his lips tilting up in a
pleased smile. ''I apologize. I didn't mean to fall asleep in your study. When
did you arrive?''
''A few minutes ago.'' Lucius can't help but to soften a little when Harry
immediately leans forward to seek comfort by pressing his cheek up against the
male's hip. ''What's got you so exhausted, my boy?''
Harry murmurs something and Lucius taps him on the cheek.
''Exams.'' The raven-haired boy tilts his face up a fraction and Lucius is
displeased to note that his week-long absence has indeed affected his boy.
''I did promise you that I'll perform better this term, Father.''
''Not at the expense of your health, you silly boy.'' Lucius chastises, curling
his fingers around Harry's skinny wrist. He brings it up to his lips and
fondly, as fond as Malfoys can, brushes his lips against the underside of his
son's wrist. ''Did you miss me while I was away?''
The look that his son directs at him is far too cheeky between father and son,
and he wonders how his youngest grew up to be such a cheeky minx. At one
glance, no one would have guessed that Harry was a Malfoy, considering that he
had inherited Narcissa's dark-colored hair. A beauty indeed. Nevertheless, the
way he spoke and carried himself was enough indication that Harry was indeed a
Malfoy. 
''Did you miss me, daddy?'' Harry returns the question, the last word so
utterly filthy that it rings in Lucius's ears.
He spares a glance towards the door. Narcissa was nowhere in sight and Draco
knew better than to enter his study without permission. Of course, Lucius could
cast a few spells but he quite liked the thrill of being reckless and doing
something forbidden in his own manor.
''Very much so.'' Lucius answers, the fondness in his tone no longer surprising
him.
''Did you miss having your cock up my ass, daddy?'' Harry's crudeness earns him
a sharp tap on the lips with the tips of Lucius's fingers.
''How crude.'' And yet, Lucius leans down to trap Harry back against the
armchair, soothing the sting away with a brush of his lips. ''And yes.'' He
draws back, teasing, and Harry whines. He doesn't understand how a whine can
sound so sweet-sounding instead of grating when it comes from his youngest.
''How could I not?''
x.x.x
Dinner is a pleasant affair now that Lucius is back in the comforts of his
manor. The atmosphere is relaxed with Draco and Harry exchanging playful
banter. It mostly ends up with Draco giving in to his younger brother. They're
two years apart but the brotherly love and affection that Draco has for Harry
is astounding.
Growing up, Lucius was considerably stricter towards Draco. Being the oldest
son, there were expectations and it wouldn't do well for him not to live up to
them. Though, Lucius thinks he might have worried unnecessarily for his oldest
son was doing remarkably well.
While Lucius's love for his oldest son is purely platonic, he wishes that he
can say the same for Harry. His love and affection for his youngest son
went beyond fatherly and into a territory that most would describe
as...taboo. If word ever got around, it would tarnish the Malfoys reputation
beyond repair. Lucius isn't particularly worried about anyone finding out, not
when he intends to guard this secret to the graves.
Narcissa's saying something about Bellatrix and Lucius pays attention enough to
inject his own answers at the appropriate moments. In all honesty, he wishes to
be done with dinner and retreat into the silence of his study with a stiff
drink. And perhaps enjoy the pleasures that Harry's mouth can offer.
Perhaps not, Lucius thinks when he catches Harry stifling a yawn behind his
palm. Dishes are cleared and replaced with dessert, but Harry, who has an
immense sweet tooth, politely excuses himself from the table.
''Good night, Father.'' Ever so polite around others, that little brat. ''Good
night, Mother.'' Harry chastely kisses Narcissa on the cheek, though he
playfully makes a face when Draco ruffles his hair.
x.x.x
The next morning, Lucius finds Harry already seated at the dining table, a book
propped open. Silently, he moves to stand behind his son, briefly glancing
around the dining room before he rests his palm against Harry's nape.
''Muggle Studies, Harry?''
Harry flinches and twists abruptly in his seat, slamming the textbook close.
''Da-, Father.'' He hastily corrects. ''I-, yes. The exams are coming up.''
Idly, Lucius strokes at the skin of Harry's nape and uses his other hand to
flip through the worn textbook. Judging by the condition of the book, it was
clear that Harry has been going through it quite diligently. Lucius moves
around the table and takes his rightful place at the head of the table.
''Hardly a subject which requires revising, yes?''
Harry's unable to hide a smile at his father's words. Over the years, Lucius
has become more...tolerant towards the idea of Muggles but sometimes, there's
still a hint of disdain when he speaks of them. He has no choice but to be more
accepting considering Harry's choice of friends.
''Even if it's a subject that hardly requires revising, I still hope to score
higher than an 'Exceeds Expectation', Father.'' Dobby, their house elf, pops up
to pour tea into Lucius's teacup, but Harry dismisses him with a cheerful wave,
opting to do it himself.
Lucius regards Harry over the rim of his teacup, ''Your sudden enthusiasm
towards your studies is...surprising.'' He sets the cup down and motions for
Harry to stand before him.
''I am a Malfoy.'' The boy declares haughtily, staying still long enough for
Lucius to fix his tie with slender fingers. ''And besides...'' He leans in so
that his lips are nearly brushing against the shell of his father's right ear.
''...can't have you thinking that Hermione is brighter than I am, can I?''
x.x.x
Don't get him wrong. Hermione is his best friend and he loves her, yes, despite
her constant nagging about every single thing. And yet, Harry had
felt...jealous when Lucius had remarked that the girl was indeed a bright with
for someone her age and having Muggles as her parents.
Harry is well aware of the fact that he is the apple of Lucius's eye, even if
his father refuses to admit it. This...relationship that he has with his father
is surely unhealthy and so very wrong. He can't bring himself to care
though. Harry wants nothing more to than to prove that he's worthy of being
Lucius's darling little boy. 
Which is pretty much the reason why he's been studying and brushing up on a
couple of subjects in his free time. It doesn't matter if he's not as smart as
Hermione, but he's determined to match his grades with hers. Harry has managed
to do so for most of his subjects, except for Muggle Studies. He knows Lucius
wouldn't mind him not excelling in that subject, but the irrational part of him
wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't try his best.
''Harry!''
He waits until Ron catches up with him, not bothering to muffle his laugh when
the gangly male nearly knocks over a first year student.
''What's the rush? Hiding from Lavender, are you?''
Ron adjusts his robes and makes a retching sound at the name.
''She's mental. Anyway, let's not talk about her. Err, I-'' Ron clears his
throat, awkwardly scratching at his nape. ''I just...wanted to say thanks. For
putting in a good word for my dad to your father.''
''He got promoted then?'' Ron nods and Harry claps him on the shoulder,
grinning brightly. ''Brilliant!''
''It means a lot to me, mate. To the whole family actually. He wouldn't have
gotten the promotion if it wasn't for your dad.''
''Don't be daft. Despite father's opinion on Muggles, he does have to admit
that the person best suited for the position is your dad.'' Harry grimaces when
he catches sight of someone practically hurrying down the staircase. ''Lavender
alert.''
''There you are, Won-Won!''
Ron mutters a ''Fucking hell!'', barely managing a ''See you later, mate!'' to
Harry before he hightails it out of there.
x.x.x
''Father.''
Harry waits in the doorway until Lucius acknowledges his presence. He's faintly
surprised that the older male is already home considering that the older male
tends to work past dinnertime on most days. Meetings at the Ministry are well-
known for stretching on for hours.
There's no one at home and that makes Harry bold enough to slip into Lucius's
lap, comfortably straddling him and Harry curls his arms around his father's
neck.
''Thank you.'' Harry murmurs against Lucius's cheek.
When Harry had first broached the topic of Arthur Weasley's possible promotion,
Lucius had not promised him anything. He wasn't surprised at all but the fact
that Lucius had been willing to hear him out was progress enough. 
''You promoted Arthur Weasley.''
''I did nothing of the sort.'' Lucius sets his quill down. ''Merely had a word
or two with Cornelius when I dropped by his office. I wouldn't be caught dead
singing a Weasley's praises, dear boy.''
Harry muffles a laugh against Lucius's cheek.
''And yet, you listened to me. Besides, everyone knows you have more power than
the Minister himself.''
''I'm afraid that...'' Lucius draws back, affection coloring his tone as he
cups Harry's cheek in his palm. ''...being unable to say no to you will be my
downfall one day.''
Harry turns his head slightly and brushes his lips against the tips of Lucius's
fingers.
''Thank you, daddy.'' With that, he slinks down until he's on his knees between
the older male's parted thighs.
Wordlessly, he leans his head against Lucius's knee and the fingers that card
through his messy hair draws out a pleased purr from him. Lucius, in public, is
rarely affectionate and Harry finds himself always so starved for his father's
love. Here, on his knees, with Lucius's undivided attention on him, Harry
feels sated.
''Can I suck your cock, daddy?''
He doesn't wait for an answer and simply starts nuzzling his face against
Lucius's crotch. The sheer size of it when flaccid is enough to make Harry's
mouth water in anticipation. Harry's not exactly in the mood to tease tonight,
slipping the older male's half-flaccid cock between his lips once his pants are
divested. Lucius's cock is heavy on his tongue and Harry sucks with fervor,
curling his fingers around the older male's knees.
''Such pretty cocksucking lips.'' Lucius breathes out, looking so
fucking regal in his seat while his sixteen year old son tongues at the slit.
Harry loves the fact that he's sucking his father's cock. It's filthy and so
very wrong and that's what makes it even better. He purses his lips, creating a
tight suction and Lucius takes it as an indication to start fucking Harry's
mouth. It's almost obscene how Harry seems to be enjoying it; saliva dripping
down his chin and along Lucius's cock, slurping and gagging until his nose is
brushing against Lucius's pubes.
''Filthy, filthy boy.''
Harry mouths at the engorged tip before drawing back, keening softly as he rubs
his cheek against Lucius's cock, leaving behind smears of sticky white. Lucius
yanks at Harry's hair when the boy starts tonguing at his balls, giving it
kitten-like licks before sucking one into his mouth. The way he's working on
Lucius's cock and balls is downright lewd for a sixteen year old. Four more
minutes of Harry sloppily licking and mouthing at his cock like a cock-starved
slut is all that Lucius can take.
''Daddy, I-'' Harry's breath is warm against his cock. ''My mouth. Please.''
His boy begs so very prettily, Lucius thinks to himself as empties himself into
Harry's mouth, lips pursed tightly around the tip as if he doesn't want to
waste a single drop. Sated, and so very pleased, Lucius draws Harry into his
lap once again. It's then that he realizes the dampness of Harry's pants.
''Don't say anything.'' Harry hides his face against Lucius's neck. ''I can't
help it that sucking your cock is enough to get me off, daddy.''
It's moments like this that reminds Lucius how so very young Harry is and he
delights in this. This act of defiling his son. He wants to fuck Harry, fill
him up with his cum over and over again until all that the boy can do is beg
for more. What was the word...? Ah.
He wants to breed Harry.
 
 
 
***** I Can Never Say No *****
Chapter Summary
     It’s impossible to say no when Harry is involved. Not that he ever
     plans on letting his son know that.
Chapter Notes
     Just booked my one way ticket to Hell.
Harry loves his bedroom. He's stayed at the dormitory at Hogwarts before in his
early years but it's nothing compared to his bedroom in Malfoy manor. It's his
favorite place to hole himself up in, especially with the curtains drawn to
plunge the room into darkness just the way he likes it. Harry's bedroom is
opulently decorated with lots of black and green (yes, he's a typical
Slytherin) with the exception of his bed sheets. His sheets are the only light
colored item - a silky satiny silver. Lucius himself had picked out the sheets,
briskly instructing Dobby to remove ''those hideous sheets'' Harry used to
have.
It's nowhere close to dinner or bedtime but Harry is downright exhausted.
Barely managing to keep his eyes open, he eyes the unfinished stack of homework
on his study table and muffles a sigh against the pillow. He wonders how
Hermione deals with everything. All those extra subjects that she's juggling on
top of her prefect duties. Then again, he supposes the only reason that she's
not struggling is that she enjoys it.
It's not that Harry doesn't enjoy it. The classes are enjoyable, though he has
to admit that Muggle Studies is a tad pointless (don't tell Hermione that).
Don't get him wrong. He doesn't have a problem with Muggles, adores their
inventions too but he doesn't think that there needs to be a class dedicated to
studying them. It's clear that his enthusiasm towards studies are slightly
lacking compared to Draco. Draco is smart and is always more than happy to lose
himself in the vast collection of books in their library in his free time.
Not to say that Harry isn't gifted, but to put it simply, he tends to have a
bit of a 'devil-may-care' attitude towards his studies. The only reason why
he's even putting in effort is to make Lucius proud. Mm. At least he's bloody
brilliant at Quidditch.
Harry flits in and out of sleep, barely awake when the side of his bed dips
with the weight of someone. It's Draco, judging by his cologne, and Harry lets
out a pleased hum when fingers start carding through his messy hair. He hasn't
seen much of Draco lately since he's been more involved in matters involving
the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Harry vaguely finds himself thinking that
he can't wait to join his older brother once he's of age.
''Harry.'' He's roused awake by Narcissa's gentle voice. ''You're going to miss
dinner if you continue sleeping. Dobby's been worrying himself silly about you
missing lunch just now.''
''Mmm.'' Harry hides his face in the pillow before turning his head, a sleepy
smile on his face when his mother brushes a kiss against his forehead. ''I'm
really not hungry, mother. Tell him I forbid him from harming himself.''
Knowing Dobby, he'll probably start banging his head against whatever solid
surface available.
Narcissa knows better than to cajole Harry into eating dinner. He's already
nearly asleep when she says something about having Dobby bringing food up to
him later.
x.x.x
There's a warm wonderful weight blanketing his back and Harry is utterly
loathed to move. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know who it is, not when
Lucius's scent is so...overwhelming.
''Father?''
Three days since he last saw Lucius. His days at work are getting longer by the
day with the Ministry in a uproar over the last few attacks on a handful of
their Aurors. It's silly, the amount of time that Lucius spends at work when he
practically has the Minister at the tip of his fingers. However, silly as it
may be, it'll benefit him in the long run.
Harry tries to move but Lucius stills him with a kiss against his temple.
''I have to admit that I was highly disappointed not to see you at dinner,
Harry.''
It's as if he's about to melt into a puddle of warm goo when Lucius starts
running his fingers through Harry's tousled hair. Oh lord, he might actually
start purring. Hopefully he doesn't sound anything like Crookshanks.
''Tired. Quidditch.'' Captain Flint has been at their asses in training and
Harry's aching all over in places he didn't know could hurt. ''Miss you.'' He
mumbles, his confession muffled by the pillow.
Harry doesn't resist when fingers curl themselves into the waistband of his
sleep shorts, the rings around Lucius's fingers cool against his skin. Lucius
slowly inches his shorts down over the plump swell of his ass cheeks. Harry
laughs, soft and sleepy, when Lucius kisses that spot behind his ear. It's
nice. It's really nice.
''I missed you too, my dear boy.'' Here, in the darkened comfort of Harry's
bedroom with his son pliant beneath him, is what Lucius has been yearning for.
The mere comfort of having Harry close to him after endless taxing days of
being holed up in the office with a bunch of bumbling incompetent fools.
''Too tired to fuck though.'' There he is. His cheeky, crude boy. ''Still sore
from when you fucked me dry on Sunday.''
For that, Lucius nips at the shell of Harry's ear before flicking the tip of
his tongue against the helix piercing that his youngest son has. Lucius had
initially seen it as an act of teenage rebellion until he found out just how
sensitive Harry's ears really are.
''Daddy will take care of you.''
It feels as if Harry's about to melt into the mattress the moment Lucius utters
the word that Harry likes to torment him with. It's so easy to please his
little boy. Instead of simply making their clothes vanish, Lucius takes his
time unbuttoning his pants and in the silence of the room, even the drag of the
zipper seems far too loud. As dignified as Lucius likes to think he is, he has
to grudgingly admit that he quite likes the clothes that Harry purchases for
him from those Muggle stores.
Or perhaps, he's simply soft when it comes to Harry.
''Daddy's so hard already.'' Harry reaches a hand back and wraps dainty fingers
around Lucius's stiff cock.
It's hard not to be when Lucius is in close proximity with Harry. The fact that
he's in Harry's bed, sliding his heavy cock between his son's pert ass cheeks
is enough to make him rock hard within seconds. Harry, cheeky and confident as
he is, seems not to realizebthe sheer power that he holds over Lucius.
It's maddening.
''Daddy.'' The boy exhales and the way the word rolls off his tongue makes
Lucius's cock throb painfully.
He sounds so young, so trusting and it makes Lucius want to ruin him over and
over again. His cock, nestled between Harry's ass cheeks, twitches but Lucius
is in no hurry to get himself off tonight. He takes his time rutting against
Harry, curling a strong arm around the younger male's waist. Lucius basks in
the soft little mewls that's spilling past Harry lips.
It's amusing how content Harry looks. As if this is what he has always wanted -
to be in this completely fucked up relationship with his very own father.
''So pretty.'' Lucius murmurs in his Harry's ear and he's surprised by how
ragged he already sounds. ''Always so desperate for daddy's cock.''
Harry's rubbing his cock against the cool satin sheets, soiling it with streaks
of precum and he's wantonly pushing back against Lucius's cock at the same
time. His sleep shorts are bunched around his thighs, shirt rucked up to his
armpits.
''Feels amazing, daddy.'' The sweet warm smile playing on Harry's lips reminds
Lucius how young his son really is.
Instead of shame and disgust, all he feels is pure arousal and want coursing
through him like wildfire.
Lucius dips his head down, seeking the softness of Harry's lips and just like
the movement of their hips, they kiss slowly and lazily. It's not romantic, no,
not when Harry sinks his teeth into Lucius's bottom lip hard enough to draw
blood. The boy soothes the sting away by lapping at Lucius's lip, relaxing
immediately when the older male cups him at the nape and squeezes.
His boy is perfect, Lucius thinks. He shudders in pleasure when the fat tip of
his cock catches against the rim of Harry's baby smooth puckered hole. He
doesn't have any intention of fucking Harry into the mattress tonight. Not when
he's practically boneless and pliant from fatigue. Harry's needy pants are loud
enough for Lucius to reach for his wand to cast a quick silencing charm. It's
not needed with Draco's bedroom being in another section of the manner and
Narcissa asleep, but he knows just how loud Harry can get.
''Perfect. Daddy's perfect little boy.'' Are the words that spill past Lucius's
lips when he pushes just the tip of his cock into Harry's hole, coating the
insides with thick spurts of cum.
Beneath him, Harry goes taut for a few seconds before he jerks with a high
keening sound, dirtying the sheets beneath him. Ah, his sweet boy has always
had no trouble coming untouched. With a sated sigh, Lucius rests his forehead
between the boy's shoulder blades and reaches for his wand, intent on cleaning
Harry up before he tucks him in.
''Wait, daddy-'' Harry twists around to face him, stopping him from taking hold
of his wand. ''I like it. Don't...'' He's having problem articulating what's on
his mind but Lucius doesn't need for Harry to say it for him to know what he
wants. ''I want daddy's cum in me.''
''Dirty, dirty boy.'' It's not as if Lucius was planning on saying no.
It's impossible to say no when Harry is involved. Not that he ever plans on
letting his son know that. He's incorrigible enough as it is. Lucius allows
Harry to lap at his softened cock as he slips his arms through the sleeves of
his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned so that his son can nuzzle at his cock a while
more. The boy whines when Lucius takes a step back, letting his cock slip free
from the wet heart of Harry's sinful mouth.
''Hush.'' Lucius placates him with a kiss and it's a bad idea because now, he's
sorely tempted to slip under the covers with his son. ''Sleep.'' He orders
softly, brushing the pad of his thumb against the swell of his son's bottom
lip.
Sleepily, Harry lazily suckles on his father's thumb until his eyelids grow
heavier and it's not long before sleep steals him away.
''Sweet dreams, my boy.''
 
***** Mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Malfoys do not feel threatened...but they take action when they do.
Lucius, time and time again, has to remind himself that he's not the only one
capable of appreciating Harry's beauty. It tends to slip his mind that he's not
only one capable of dragging his heated gaze along that petite form.
Lucius sees it in their eyes - the unspoken longing that some people have
towards his youngest son.
He's at Hogwarts on official business and as taxing as it is to listen to
Dumbledore speak, Lucius enjoys how his presence is causing discomfort to some
others. Minerva McGonagall, for example, refuses to look him in the eye.
Quirrell just won't stop stuttering. There are others who think that he does
not deserve the position that he's holding in the Ministry, but it matters not.
It will not matter when the Dark Lord rises to power one day.
Seated at the teacher's table, Lucius has a clear view of all the students
before him and apparently, it's a free period for the fourth and fifth years.
Dumbledore, that old fool, is still not making any sense and Lucius flicks his
gaze towards the doors of the Great Hall just as Harry walks in.
He's flanked by the Weasley boy and the Longbottom's only son, Neville. Harry's
own gaze drifts towards the teacher's table and the moment he spots Lucius,
he's hastily tucking the tail of his shirt in and adjusting his loosened tie.
Both of his friends drift towards the Gryffindor table while Harry joins his
friends at his own table, occasionally stealing glances at his father. Finally,
Dumbledore pauses long enough and Lucius takes it as an opportunity to excuse
himself, ignoring Severus's amusement as he passes by the male's seat.
''Lucius.'' He's stopped by Sirius Black, Hogwarts's very own Defence Against
the Dark professor.
Also Bellatrix's cousin and one of the spies that the Dark Lord has planted in
Hogwarts. There hasn't been much opportunity for them to communicate.
Furthermore, it wouldn't do for them to be seen on amicable terms with each
other when Sirius is supposed to be on the Order's side. Coolly, he nods his
head in acknowledgement.
Lucius can practically feel Minerva's gaze boring holes into his back from
where she's seated close.
''Harry has been singing your praises, Professor.''
''He's an easy lad to teach. Soaks everything up like a sponge.'' Sirius grins
boyishly. ''You should see him duel one day, Lucius. Took a sixth year student
down within seconds with just one hex.''
''I hardly think you should be encouraging something like dueling in your
classes, Professor Black.'' Minerva cuts in primly, disapproval clear on her
face.
Sirius dismissively waves her words off with a loud laugh, ''They don't learn
anything if there's no hands-on experience, Minerva. They'll have no chance of
defeating the Dark Lord just by reading from textbooks eh?''
Minerva bristles and both men excuse themselves before she gets started on one
of her lectures. As they approach the Slytherin table, Lucius notes how Harry
sits up straight in his seat when he spots them. Ever so keen to impress.
''Father. Professor Black.''
Sirius reaches out to squeeze Harry on the shoulder, ''I was just telling your
father how well you're doing in my class, Harry.''
''Only because you're a good professor, sir.'' Harry retorts playfully but he's
pleased at the compliment.
It's interesting..the way Sirius interacts with Harry. A hand on the top of his
head, fingers briefly brushing across Harry's shoulder and it doesn't take long
for Lucius to realize it. The hunger in Sirius Black's eyes. The hunger to
consume and possess.
It's the exact same hunger that Lucius himself possesses when he's with Harry.
Interesting.
''Though I do have to admit that he does have a knack for getting into
trouble.''
''Indeed.'' Lucius answers silkily as he places a hand on his son's shoulder,
brushing the pad of his thumb against the boy's nape ''He can...'' Lucius
flicks his gaze down to Harry whose cheeks are already flushed from the simple
contact. ''...be quite a handful. Nothing a little discipline cannot rectify.''
Harry nearly chokes on his goblet of pumpkin juice.
x.x.x
''Can you be any more obvious, Lucius?''
Reclining back against his seat, Lucius laces his fingers together with an
impassive expression.
''I have no idea what you're talking about, Severus.''
It's pointless to feign ignorance when Severus already knows. He was
unfortunate enough to have walked in on Lucius thoroughly ravishing his boy on
the dining table when visiting Malfoy manor last year. Fortunately, Lucius does
not have to worry about the man divulging his secret. Severus doesn't care much
for things that are of no concern to him.
''Must I remind you that we are in Hogwarts and not Malfoy manor?'' Severus
points out. ''Do keep your less than decent thoughts to yourself, Lucius. I'm
certain that not everyone will appreciate seeing you...defile your precious son
on the table in the Great Hall.''
Lucius takes a slow sip of his drink, gaze still pinned on his son.
''Whoever said anything about defiling him in the Great Hall?''
x.x.x
I do not feel threatened, is what runs through Lucius's lust-hazed mind when he
trails his lips across Harry's bared left shoulder. Stopping at the spot where
Black's fingers had briefly touched just now, Lucius grazes at the skin with
his teeth.
Malfoys do not feel threatened for they are the ones who do the threatening.
''Father, this isn't a...oh...'' Harry trails off distractedly when his father
tweaks at his nipples sharply. ''...a good idea.'' He stresses out, curling his
fingers around the heavy fabric of his father's midnight blue robes. ''You'll
get into trouble if someone catches us-''
Lucius firmly grips Harry by the chin and it's enough to quieten him down.
Harry is right. It's risky and stupid and Malfoys pride themselves on not
having an ounce of stupidity in them. They also know better than to allow their
emotions to take over rational thought. However, Lucius does not have it in
himself to care about any of that when he has Harry pressed up against one of
the desks.
He also does not want to entertain the thought of what Severus will do to him
should he find out that Lucius had picked out his Potions classroom of all
places. Severus is not a man to be trifled with when angered.
''What am I going to do with you, Harry?'' Lucius murmurs in a resigned manner
against the boy's slightly parted lips. ''It irks me that some people assume
that they have a right to...touch you.''
It takes awhile for the realization to sink in and it's followed by disbelief a
moment later.
''This...you're jealous.'' The word sounds foreign and unpleasant to his ears
and yet, he makes no attempt to deny it. ''You're jealous of Professor Black.''
Still silent, Lucius kisses the corner of Harry's kiss-swollen lips and the boy
makes a happy sound in the back of his throat, arms coming up to loop around
Lucius's neck. This time, his son initiates the kiss and Lucius appreciates how
Harry has to tiptoe for him to do so. Harry likes his kisses wet and sloppy,
dirtily sliding his tongue against Lucius's before sucking it lewdly past his
lips.
''I admit that I do not like the way he looks at you.'' Lucius admits stiffly
once they draw back for air.
''Hermione has mentioned it to me a few times.'' Harry admits and at the sound
of displeasure that Lucius makes, he starts mouthing along the curve of his
father's jaw. ''But he can't have me. Not when I belong to you, daddy.''
It's silly how a simple word uttered by a sixteen year old boy is enough to
placate him.
This boy will truly be his downfall one day.
His dark-haired minx continues placating and distracting him with kisses, and
Lucius doesn't stand a chance against his son when he's sweetly addressing him
as 'Daddy'. He wants to fuck Harry, wants Black to watch while he asserts his
claim over his son but there's not enough time for that now.
Lucius settles for another harsh nip on Harry's shoulder. The bell rings just
as they're done righting up their clothes and Harry is still fussing over the
bite marks along the column of his neck. He's not too worried about the ones on
his shoulder since those can't be seen.
Lucius looks far too smug and Harry pointedly narrows his eyes, ''You did this
on purpose, daddy. You knew that I have Professor Black's class next.''
''Don't be silly, boy.'' Lucius takes hold of his cane and yanks the younger
boy towards him by his tie. ''I'll see you tonight in my room, Harry.''
Malfoys do not feel threatened but...they take action when they do.
***** A Gift To You *****
Chapter Summary
     Lucius's birthday is coming up and Harry finally decides on a gift.
Chapter Notes
     Do join me in Hell. I heard they've got tea.
''Ron! Be a good lad and let me steal Hermione from you for a bit, yeah?''
Harry briskly whisks Hermione away, ignoring her cry of ''Harry Malfoy!'' ,
practically dragging her down the corridor.
''Hey! I wanna know too!''
''It's a girl thing, mate!'' Harry yells over his shoulder.
''You're not a girl, mate!'' The redhead yells back and by the time he manages
to squeeze his way through a crowd of fifth-years, both of them are already
gone.
They manage to find a quiet spot outside and once Harry deems it safe, he pats
at the the empty spot next to him.
''I need your help.'' He starts off seriously. ''You cannot tell anyone,
Hermione. It's all very hush-hush. And it's a matter of life and death. ''He
declares dramatically.
''Al...right. Spill.''
Harry takes a deep breath and glances around again to ensure that there's no
one within earshot, ''I need help thinking of a birthday gift for my
da...boyfriend.'' Harry cringes at the last word because it sounds so
very juvenile.
''Boyfriend.'' Hermione repeats incredulously. ''You have a boyfriend.''
''Why do you sound so surprised?'' He should feel offended. ''But that's not
the point! The point here is that it's his birthday next week and I have no
bloody idea what to get for him.''
''You have a boyfriend.''
''Hermione.''
''What?'' She brings her legs up and sits cross-legged on the bench, folding
the hem of her skirt below her knees. ''You being gay is old news to me but
you've never said anything about a boyfriend! Who is he?'' Does he go to school
here?''
Perhaps she should have approached Luna instead. Or Pansy.
It's on the tip of his tongue. He wants to come clean and tell her that it's
his father. Desperately. But as open-minded as Hermione is, he's not exactly
sure how she'll reach to the news.
''He doesn't. He's uh...'' Harry scratches at his nape awkwardly and mumbles
the last few words. ''...older. Like, way older.''
Hermione gasps and lowers her voice to a whisper, ''Harry, you're not dating
a professor...are you?'' She pinches his arm suddenly. ''Please don't tell me
it's Professor Black!''
''What-'' Appalled, Harry bats at Hermione's hand and makes a face. ''Are
you insane? My father will kill me if I so much glance his way!''
''What's your father got to do with you dating Professor Black?''
''Ugh.'' Harry raises both his hands up in the air in exasperation.
''Hermione, focus.'' He snaps his fingers in front of her face. ''Birthday gift
ideas! Books are out of the question because we, I mean...he has a library full
of them.''
His best friend seems reluctant to drop the issue but Hermione has known Harry
since first year and she knows that he can be awfully stubborn when he wants
to.
''Fine. How old is he?'' At Harry's silence, she grunts in mild frustration.
''Harry. I can't give you any suggestions if I don't know anything about this
mystery boyfriend of yours.''
''Ugh. Okay.'' Harry nervously fiddles with the cuffs of his school shirt.
''He's, uh, around...'' His throat feels awfully dry all of a sudden. ''He's
around my father's age actually.''
There. He's said it. He waits for disgust to make it's appearance.
To Harry's immense surprise, Hermione practically lights up with utter glee,
''Oh! A sugar daddy then?''
''You've been watching those Muggle drama series, haven't you? You're not,
well...surprised?'' Disgusted, perhaps?
The long-haired girl shrugs her shoulders. ''No, not really.'' At Harry's 'are-
you-for-real' look, she hastily amends, ''Okay, maybe just a little bit. But I
hardly think it matters what I think as long as you're happy. And safe. As long
as he's not sixty or seventy. That'd be weird.'' Both of them burst out
laughing at that. ''Does your father know about him then? Surely he wouldn't
let just anyone date his precious son.''
''He knows.'' Harry answers quickly and he needs to distract her before she
starts throwing more questions at him. ''So. Can you help me?''
Hermione falls silent and Harry perks up when she emits a thoughtful hum, ''Is
he a sexual person by nature?''
''What...?''
''Answer the question, Harry.''
''I...I suppose...you can say that.''
''Well then.'' Hermione says matter-of-factly. She smooths down her skirt and
scoots closer towards the other. ''I'm not sure if you're going to be open to
what I'm about to suggest but this is what Ginny did for Dean's birthday last
year...''
x.x.x
Hermione is bloody brilliant. Bloody fuckin' brilliant. Harry preens in
satisfaction as he checks out his reflection in the full-length mirror of his
grand closet, turning this way and that. He even does a little
twirl. Brilliant. It's not much but Harry is certain that it's definitely going
to top last year's birthday gift. It's still a few days too early for him to be
giving Lucius his present but it's better to go through it before he chickens
out.
Yes, even the toughest of Slytherins are capable of chickening out.
It's a Saturday and it so happens that only Lucius and he are left in the
manor. Narcissa's out running multiple errands for Lucius's birthday dinner and
for the upcoming party next week. Draco had popped into Harry's bedroom an hour
ago to inform him that he'll be spending the day at Blaise's with a couple of
others. Double perfect. It's as if whatever magical forces above approve of
Harry's (or Hermione's) idea of a gift for Lucius.
Right. Getting carried away there.
It's simply not a coincidence that Harry's bedroom so happens to be located in
the same wing as the master bedroom. He just hopes that he doesn't run into any
of their house elves along the way. Especially Dobby. Or worse still, Kreacher.
There's still a hint of uncertainty lingering within him even when he's already
standing before Lucius's closed bedroom door. Only at sixteen, Harry is already
quite confident about the way he looks but this...even this is fairly new to
him. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he musters whatever foolish courage is
left in him and raps his knuckles against the door twice.
''Enter.''
Harry grasps the doorknob, palms clammy, and twists it open, peeking just his
head in first.
Lucius is sitting up against the headboard with several plump pillows propped
up behind him., bare from the waist up. Unlike his son's bedroom, it's much
lighter in here. With the exception of the bedsheets. While Harry's is a satiny
silver, the sheets draped over the mattress is a glossy satin black. His father
is reading from a piece of parchment, still not glancing up when Harry finally
steps into the bedroom.
''Father.''
He acknowledges his son's greeting with a hum. Harry fidgets restlessly on the
spot until Lucius finally looks up. He curls his toes into the plush carpet and
forces himself to hold his head up high despite feeling so
bloody embarrassed. Lucius sets the parchment down next to him and the sheets
rustle softly to pool around his hips. Oh. He's bare from the waist down too.
''My my.''
Harry feels as if he's lost control of his knees and he doesn't trust himself
to take the next few steps towards the bed until he's steady. At this very
moment, he feels oddly self-conscious of himself. He doesn't like it one bit.
Of course you would, a voice in his mind pipes up. You're only wearing a shirt
and a bloody pair of panties!
Hermione had suggested something lacy but Harry had shot down that idea
immediately. What he has on is nothing too sexy really. Just one of his
father's black dress shirt that he had nicked a few days back and a simple
white cotton panty he had purchased from a Muggle store (with Hermione's help).
He had even sacrificed himself for a full body wax! Not a single bit of hair on
his body left! 
Oh, the things (and pain) that he's willing to go through just to make his
father happy.
''I did wonder where that shirt disappeared to.''
Lucius wordlessly holds out his hand and Harry manages to take a few steps
forward, placing his hand on top of his father's.
''You're trembling.'' Lucius notes, a hint of surprise coloring his tone.
''I-.'' Harry clumsily climbs onto the bed and straddles his father's thighs,
keeping himself steady by placing both hands on the male's shoulders. ''Happy
Birthday, daddy.'' Oh lord, why does he sound so bloody bashful? ''I know it's
still early and that it's not much but...oh.'' The words die off on his lips
all of a sudden because that's definitely his father's semi-hard cock pressing
up against his ass. ''You..this...do you like it?''
How articulate of him. Harry wants to pull a Dobby and slam his head against
something.
Lucius fiddles with the collar of his shirt, ''I have my sixteen year old son
in my lap, dressed in nothing else but my shirt and his panties. Enlighten me,
Harry, what's there not to like?''
The tension immediately bleeds out from Harry and he's so relieved that he
could cry. Lucius, on the other hand, is far from relaxed. Oh, his boy will be
the death of him. Coming into his bedroom with a shirt that's much too big for
him and the panties. It's so innocently filthy that it had Lucius's cock
throbbing within seconds.
Sappy as it may sound, at that moment, Lucius found himself thinking that he
would wish for Harry's and his immortality should it be possible for wishes to
be granted. For Harry to always remain sixteen and painfully young.
''Oh!'' His boy seems to recall something and he shyly takes hold of Lucius's
right hand and places it on his bare thigh.
His bare thigh.
'It's...I got it removed. Everywhere.'' And then, the boy flashes him a coy
smile. ''Happy Birthday, daddy.''
Lord.
''You are not leaving this room until I'm done with you, boy.''
He is going to take his time. Draw out every single second until they're
both mad from it. Lucius starts off by drawing Harry in for a kiss and it
doesn't take long for it to turn heated and filthy. He fists his fingers in
Harry's tousled hair and tugs hard enough for it to sting, swallowing the boy's
ragged moans. His boy already looks dazed from just a kiss and Lucius peppers
the curve of his son's jaw with light nips.
''You will be the death of me.'' Lucius murmurs as he skims his nose down the
milky column of Harry's neck, inhaling the sweet mild scent of the boy's green
tea body soap. ''Shaved your little boycunt smooth for your daddy, did you?''
Harry freezes and Lucius waits.
''I...I just wanted...'' Harry sounds younger now, deliciously so. ''I just
want to be pretty for daddy.''
The boy's fingers brushes against the buttons of the shirt that he's wearing
but Lucius still his wrist with a firm sound of disapproval.
''Leave it on, my dear boy.''
Lucius leans back against the headboard as Harry's warm palms drift along the
slope of his shoulders and down his chest, fingernails raking down the very
faint smattering of chest hair. Most men Lucius's age rarely put in the effort
to keep their body in good form and Harry is glad that his father isn't one of
them. For someone who loves to indulge in the finer things in life, he is
awfully particular when it comes to his diet.
In Lucius's lap, secure and at ease, Harry rests his cheek against his father's
chest. He keeps still while Lucius's own palms roam down his back and Harry
can't help but to arch the slightest bit when those large palms comes to rest
against his ass cheeks.
It's taut and firm, and Lucius cannot resist delivering a harsh slap to it,
satisfied when a loud smack breaks the silence of the bedroom. It's impossible
to stop once he's started; raining slap after slap on his boy's bottom until
his palms are hot. Harry can't do anything but squirm as he muffles his cries
against Lucius's neck.
The tempting swell of Harry's ass cheeks are red by now and surely it stings.
''Will you show daddy your sweet little boycunt, Harry?''
The little minx makes a show of biting on his bottom lip as if unsure, fingers
toying with the hem of his shirt. He's well aware of how much Lucius loves it
when he puts on the whole act of being shy yet coy at the same time.
''Daddy won't hurt you, sweetheart. '' It's an endearment that makes Harry's
cheeks tinge pink in delight.
It's one that his father hasn't called him by ever since he had turned
fourteen.
Steadily, Harry lifts himself off Lucius's lap and scoots a little until he's
on his hands and knees in the center of the bed; chest pressed against the
mattress and ass high up in the air in a tantalizing manner. He watches how
Lucius idly strokes at his own cock until precum dribbles off the slit and oh,
how he wants to taste it. Have it flood his mouth and coat his tongue.
For Lucius, it's as if he's been presented with a well-displayed buffet of fine
delicacies and he does not know which to sample first.
The sheets rustle when he moves to kneel behind his son, cock jutting up and
bobbing as he moves. The white cotton panty that Harry has on stretches nicely
across his ass, moulding to him like a second skin and Lucius revels in the
softness of the fabric.
''I think I should show you just how prettyI think you are.'' He hooks his
fingers under the waistband of the boy's panties, pulling it back a fraction
before allowing it to snap against the boy's supple skin.
''Oh!'' Harry tries to rut against the mattress but Lucius swiftly slips an arm
around the boy's waist to stop him from doing so. ''Da-ddy!''
Chuckling, Lucius drapes himself over Harry's back and nips at his nape
teasingly.
''Now, now. Let daddy have his fun with you first. You are my birthday gift
after all.''
It would be such a pity to ruin what Harry has on.
Nevertheless, Lucius pinches the soft fabric between his fingers and hums
thoughtfully, ''Ah. I think I should...'' Riiiiiip. ''...unwrap my present
now.'' Hooking his finger into the small tear that he's made in Harry's
panties, Lucius forcefully tugs it apart until there's a hole right in the
middle.
''Did you just-'' Harry shoots him a look of disbelief over his shoulder.
''Daddy!''
''Hush now. I'll buy you prettier ones, darling.''
What a dilemma. Lucius is torn between wanting to bury his face between those
tempting ass cheeks and eating Harry out until he's a mess of drool and wanting
to fuck Harry's mouth until he gags on Lucius's cock. Decisions. Decisions.
''You know you can do more than just stare, Father.''
''Now, Harry. I'm sure you know what happened the last time you let impatience
get the better of you.'' Lucius traces the hole in the fabric with the tip of
his finger. ''It would be such a shame to get blood on something so pretty.''
Harry's breath hitches as he recalls how Lucius had brutally fucked
him dry last Sunday.
''That's what you want isn't it?'' Lucius traces the rim of his boy's smooth
hole. ''For daddy to fuck you dry until you bleed?'' It's arousing how it
clenches and unclenches in such a tempting manner. ''However, I believe that
since it's my birthday, I get to decide what I want to do with you.''
Everything. He wants everything.
Harry has his face pressed against the pillow as Lucius starts a slow wet drag
with the tip of his tongue down his son's back, leaving a damp trail of saliva
that has him trembling. Using two of his fingers to hold the torn fabric apart,
Lucius slides his tongue in through the tear and flattens it against the smooth
hole of his son's ass.
''Divine.'' Is all that Lucius manages to rasps out before he's gripping at
Harry's ass cheeks and burying his face between them, hungrily licking and
lapping at the rim before delving the tip into his hole.
There's no finesse in what he's doing.
Muggles would describe it as him giving his son a filthy tongue-fucking.
Lucius loses all semblance of self-control and allows the other part of him to
come to the surface. Harry's gripping the pillow so tightly that his knuckles
are turning white and he's wantonly pushing back against his father's tongue,
reaching both hands back to spread his ass cheeks open for his daddy.
''Daddy, more. Please. Oh god, please.'' He's begging mindlessly, not exactly
sure what he's asking for.
Lucius firmly grabs hold of his hips, stopping Harry from sliding forward when
the pleasure gets too much for him to bear. The boy squeals , fingers
scrabbling at the sheets. The slurps that echo in the room is downright lewd
and Lucius's chin is a mess of his own saliva and Harry's inner thighs are
practically glistening from them.
''What a sopping wet boycunt you have, Harry.'' Lucius spits into his hole and
Harry quivers.
''Just...'' Harry holds himself up on his elbows, panting. ''Only for daddy.
My...'' He pushes his ass against his father's face. ''My cunt only gets wet
for daddy.''
Yes. No one else can witness his Harry in such a debauched state.
Lucius allows Harry the pleasure of rubbing his cock against the cool satin of
the sheets, allowing him that simple relief as he continues fucking his boy
open with his tongue. Penetrative sex with his son brings him immense pleasure
but both of them find pleasure in other acts as well.
''Mmm.'' Harry shivers when Lucius gives a particularly hard suck. ''Gods, yes,
that feels amazing.''
His boy is completely blissed out by now, already on the brink of release.
Lucius curls his fingers around the tip of Harry's cock just as he spurts out
thick streams of cum, catching most of it in his palm. 
Harry makes a move to sit up, eager to swipe his tongue against Lucius's sticky
palm but his father places his palm flat on the center of his back, wordlessly
forcing him back down against the bed.
With his free hand, Lucius pulls at Harry's ruined panties until it's bunched
around his thighs and then smears Harry's cum all over his ass. Harry's
softening cock gives a little twitch. His brows furrow in surprise when his
father tugs his panties back up again. He's not exactly sure what Lucius is up
to and...oh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Lucius slowly slides his cock into the hole of Harry's panties and fuck, his
cock is hot and heavy against Harry's skin and he twists back for a better look
and oh. Lucius thrusts and the tip of his cock peeks out from under the
waistband of Harry's cotton panties.
''Fuck.'' Lucius is gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. ''Harry.''
The way Lucius whispers his name strikes something in Harry and he
feels powerful. That he's capable enough of making Lucius gaze at him as
if nothing else matters.
Lucius's cock slides wet and dirty between Harry's ass cheeks and there's a
damp patch growing each time the tip of his cock catches against the waistband.
Harry's ass and the small dip of his back is sticky with cum and his cock
twitches almost painfully against his thigh at the sheer filthiness of his
father's actions.
''My sweet boy.'' Lucius holds him upright so that his chest is pressed up
against Harry's back, mouthing along the shell of his ear and he can't seem to
drag his gaze away, terribly aroused at how the thick tip of his cock is
trapped between the waistband of the panties and Harry's back. 
He tenses up and Harry turns his head, sucking a mark against Lucius's jaw.
''In me. Finish in me, daddy.'' The boy begs. ''Please.''
Has he mentioned how his boy is capable of begging so sweetly? 
Harry is loose enough from the tongue-fucking earlier for Lucius to bury his
cock in to the hilt. He swears, colorfully, and he's unable to control his hips
from snapping forward when his brazen boy clenches tightly around him. 
''Fuck yes. That's it, daddy. That's it.'' Harry coos softly.
Lucius's orgasm barrels at him like a freight train and all he can do is ride
it out, filling his boy up with his seed. How can it hurt when it feels so
pleasurable? He uses whatever strength he has left to maneuver them into a
sitting position; Lucius leaning back against the headboard once again and
Harry in his lap with Lucius's cock still buried in him.
''That was mind-blowing.'' Harry leans back with his head resting against
Lucius's shoulder, the sated smile on his lips growing wider. ''I don't care if
I'm feeding your ego but holy fuck.''
Lucius hides his smug smile by kissing the top of Harry's head, ''You never
fail to surprise me as well, Harry. Mm, the things my little boy are capable
of.'' Wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, Lucius leans down and drops a
chaste kiss against Harry's shoulder but the words that he utters next is
anything but chaste, ''Daddy's not done with you yet. Far from it.''
''But mother will-''
''-not be back anytime soon.'' Lucius cuts in. ''I instructed her to get a list
of things for me. I have to admit that I did that with the intention of wanting
to spend time with you today.''
''Daddy...'' Harry isn't sure what is it that he wants to say so he settles for
kissing Lucius instead.
Also, he's feeling disgustingly choked-up at the moment and doesn't trust
himself to speak without tearing.
''Now, I think that perhaps I should further ruin this piece of scrap that you
have on.''
 
 
***** Only You *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Harry is insecure (for no apparent reason).
Harry stands in the corner, seething, and he wants to do nothing more but whip
his wand out and curse that snotty little suck-up. Unlike the rest of the
guests who seem to be having a grand wonderful time at the dinner party that
Narcissa has organized for Lucius's birthday, Harry is not enjoying himself.
Far from it. He's miserable and wants to retire for the night.
How he detests James Evans (the boy which he has so graciously labeled the
'snotty little suck-up) to the very tip of his toes. Third-year Hufflepuff
student whose parents both hold quite high-ranking positions in the Ministry.
An insufferable know-it-all. And a bootlicker who's happening to suck up to
Lucius for some reason.
That's not the worst of it! Infuriatingly enough, his father seems to be
paying attention to the boy. As in...holding a conversation with him and the
sort! Lucius does not care much for children, unless they are his sons, which
is why Harry is disgruntled by the sight before him. And James has this
completely adoring look on his face, ugh.
Fine. Harry's jealous.
He needs to leave the room before he does something completely stupid. Like hex
James Evans. No one will notice if he slips away and if Draco or Narcissa asks,
he can probably fake a headache or-
''Harry.''
Great.
Harry manages to plaster on a pleasant smile just as he turns around,
completely ignoring James and offering the boy's parents his most charming
smile. It's stiff and fake, and he wants to punch something. Or
rather, someone. The boy opposite him has a completely lovestruck expression on
his boyish face, hanging on to every word that Lucius is saying and
it's disgusting. Not to mention that he turns ridiculously pink whenever Lucius
so much as glances at him.
He's gritting his teeth so hard that it's starting to hurt. Harry stands
woodenly next to his father as the adults continue interacting, the
conversation flowing from work matters to school and Harry bites the inside of
his cheek when Lucius actually compliments James on how he seems to be faring
so well in school. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the couple bid
their goodbyes (good riddance) and Harry manages not to barf when that little
suck-up departs with a breathy, ''Happy Birthday, sir.''
Lucius turns to his son once the couple and the boy are no longer within
earshot, a faint flicker of disgust showing in his eyes, ''They hope that I can
perhaps put in a...good word for their son once he graduates from Hogwarts. Get
him a job in the Ministry. Though, I do have to admit that their son is fairly
bright for his age.'' Harry doesn't want to hear it. ''Quite well-informed
about politics too. Quite impressive.''
''Oh.'' Harry replies dully. ''That's nice.''
''What is the matter, Harry?'' Lucius takes a proper look who doesn't seem to
be acting like his usual self. ''You do not seem to be enjoying yourself.''
''Really? I didn't think you'd notice.'' Harry retorts snippily, far too
irritated to show some manners when speaking to his father. ''Not when you
seemed to be enjoying yourself tremendously talking with James Evans.''
Lucius, as lenient as he is with his youngest son, does not appreciate being
talked to that way. His lips thin into a line, displeasure clear on his face.
''What has gotten you so upset, Harry Malfoy?''
''Nothing, father.'' The boy grits out and he stalks off to join Draco and his
Aunt Bellatrix before his father can ask him any other questions.
x.x.x
By the end of the party, Harry is still greatly irritated. It pricks at him and
without so much as a goodnight to Draco or his mother, he stalks off to his
bedroom. He storms in and slams the door shut, hastily ridding himself of his
dress robes and leaving it pooled at the end of the bed. Sitting at the edge of
the mattress, Harry emits a fatigued sigh.
No. He's not angry.
He's just...insecure. Upset. Jealous.
Seeing his father interact so in such a cordial manner with James Evans had
evoked some sort of insecurity within him. He's not used to seeing
Lucius willingly interact with children and enjoy it at the same time. For
certain, his father loves him. But to what extent? Will he discard Harry once
he's no longer as young as he is now? When Harry ceases to be interesting?
Something akin to fear bubbles in him and Harry purses his lips together to
stop a distressed cry from slipping out. He doesn't think he'll be able to deal
it when the day comes where Lucius will no longer need him.
''Would you like to explain your behavior earlier?''
Harry doesn't turn around, refuses to because he can't let Lucius see him this
weak and insecure. Defiantly, he shakes his head although he knows that
there'll be a price to pay for his disobedience. He gasps when Lucius holds his
shoulder in a tight grip, coming to stand before him in front of the bed.
''I asked you a question, boy.''
''And it's a question that I do not wish to answer, father.'' Harry retorts
defiantly, attempting to wrench himself free out of his father's unforgiving
grip.
With that answers, Lucius simply tightens his grip on his son's bony shoulder
until he's hissing from the pain. ''I do not entertain rudeness, Harry. You
should know that by now.''
Harry doesn't like how his father is looking at him as if he's lacking. He
deserves it, yes but the anger is rolling off him in waves.
''Of course. I can't measure up to James Evans, can I? He's young, perfect and
so very clever.'' Harry mocks, gaze hardening.
The corners of Lucius's lip tilts up into a sneer, ''And quite the polite boy
too.'' He goads. ''Though I cannot say the same for you.''
He sees it; the hurt in Harry's eyes and a small voice in his head swears at
him.
''If he's so perfect and polite, why don't you take him as your son then?''
Harry snaps, knocking Lucius's hand away from his shoulder. ''I'm sure he'll be
more than willing to call you daddy.''
Harry is wrong if he thinks Lucius is is going to let him get away with
throwing a temper tantrum for no apparent reason. He has no idea why Harry
seems so rattled but as upset as his son is, Lucius will not stand for
disobedience and rudeness.
''Perhaps I will.''
''Well, what are you waiting for then?'' Harry's yelling by now, the tone of
his voice raising with each word. ''Go and fuck that snotty little bitch then,
you bastard!''
Slap.
The sound seems almost deafening and Lucius's right hand is trembling, still
poised in the air. His palm is hot and it stings from the contact that it's
made with Harry's cheek. He regrets it immediately and it's made worst when the
dark-haired boy whimpers. There's a slight cut on his lip where the rings on
Lucius's fingers had struck.
''Harry-''
Sixteen years and he's not struck Harry in anger before.
Harry rarely ever cries in Lucius's presence, hasn't shed a tear before him
in years but he's now trembling from trying to hold his tears in, still cupping
his cheek. The guilt overwhelms Lucius immediately for he hadn't meant to
strike his boy. No, he would never want to hurt his boy intentionally.
''Harry...'' Lucius softens and hesitantly reaches a hand out.
The boy flinches and quickly scoots back against the mattress, alarmed.
Swiftly, Lucius gets on the bed and forcefully pulls a squirming Harry against
his chest, tucking the boy's head under his chin and shushing him comfortably.
''Sweetheart, daddy didn't mean to.'' He murmurs and Harry stops putting up a
fight when Lucius kisses the top of his head repeatedly.
There's sniffling and a hiccup before the fabric of Lucius's robes around his
chest is damp with tears. Harry claws desperately at his father with
loud, anguished sobs and it takes awhile before he calms down, though he still
refuses to lift up his head from where he has it tucked against Lucius's chest.
''Father.'' It's so soft that Lucius has to strain his ears to hear what his
son has to say. ''Do you...will you tire of me when I'm no longer as young as I
am now? Are you...doing this with me because...-''
Lucius doesn't allow him to continue, shifting back a little so that he look
his son in the eye properly.
''What nonsense have you been telling yourself, Harry?''
''It's just...'' Harry leans down and picks up his discarded robes, dabbing at
his eyes with the sleeves and now that he's had a good cry, he feels awfully
silly. And vulnerable. ''You..you seemed to really like James and I just...I
got insecure. He's young and he's clever.''
Lucius can't help but to groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.
''Harry, have you any idea what you are insinuating? Has it never crossed your
mind that I only feel this way with you? Do you think that I'm only with you
because of your age?'' How his boy frustrates him so. ''They're not you, my
darling boy. Yes, I have to admit that he's quite the decent boy but he can
never measure up to you.''
Sighing, Lucius draws Harry into his lap and his boy quickly latches onto him,
soft and vulnerable in his arms.
''And I have no wish to...seduce every young boy that I cross paths with,
Harry.'' Lucius seems greatly disgusted by that thought.
Harry nods his head in understanding and Lucius gently holds him by the chin,
turning his head to the side slightly.
''Harry, I-''
''No.'' The boy cuts him off firmly. ''I was...I was out of line and I was
being irrational and rude.''
Lucius affectionately strokes at the reddened skin before ghosting his lips
over the curve of his son's cheekbone. Perhaps he hasn't been showing just how
much he treasures his darling boy. At the same time, it pleases him that Harry
feels just as strongly for him to feel threatened by another boy.
''Daddy loves you so very much, sweetheart.'' Lucius murmurs against his cheek.
''You must not doubt me when I say that, Harry. That would be an insult to
me.''
Trust me when I say that I love you even more than I love myself.
 
***** James Potter *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Harry Malfoy and James Potter meet.
Harry quite likes Lucius's office. It's spacious and very tastefully decorated,
no surprise there. However, it is quite a surprise to find that there are
actually photographs of his family on the bookshelf behind him. It makes the
office look much more...inviting, in a way. It's mostly photos of Draco and
Harry, one of him and Narcissa and another which has all of them in it.
It's not often that Harry gets to drop by when his father is working, but it's
the holidays and Narcissa had suggested that they stop by to have lunch with
Lucius. It's a way for them to finally spend time with him since he's not been
able to make it back home for dinner the past few days. Harry heads straight
towards the bookshelves lined against one side of the wall the moment he
arrives, wondering if there are perhaps a couple of new books that he can
distract himself with while waiting. His father can get so terribly engrossed
when working.
''I will be done soon.'' Lucius says to Narcissa and she simply squeezes his
shoulder in return before wandering over to join Harry.
They converse quietly over the book that Harry has picked out and Lucius finds
their presence quite comforting. He's been much too occupied with work lately,
what with some of the others at the Ministry breathing down his neck about
insignificant things. Charities and balls to grace his presence with. He finds
that he quite misses spending time with his family.
How sentimental.
There's a sharp knock on the door before it swings open, ''Lucius, when the
hell are we going to get approval for-oh. I'm sorry.'' The man that steps in
seems to realize that Lucius isn't the only one in the office. ''Narcissa! it's
been awhile.''
''Potter, your lack of manners is appalling.'' Lucius says drily.
''It's James.'' The other corrects him with a smile that's much too cheerful
for a Monday afternoon. ''We aren't at school anymore, you know. Stop calling
me Potter,Malfoy.''
Harry is really trying to keep it in but he ends up laughing anyway, pointedly
avoiding his father's unamused gaze. The man at the door looks at him and Harry
offers a shy smile in return.
''Blimey, Lucius. Is that your youngest son? Last time I saw him, he was just a
teeny kid! He's all grown up now!''
''Yes, Potter. That's what people do.They grow up. Not you, unfortunately.''
Lucius regrets not leaving for lunch earlier. He can feel a slight headache
coming on with the arrival of James Potter. ''Harry, James Potter. Head
Auror.''
''It's a pleasure, sir.''
Harry quite likes him already. He's got a sort of a reckless air to him. It
also doesn't help that James Potter is pretty decent-looking as well. Fit in
all the right places. Not that Harry's checking him out or anything. No.
''None of that silly 'sir' business, Harry. James will do.'' James moves to
stand before him, holding his right hand out for a handshake. ''My Narcissa, I
must say he has inherited your good genes. He's a very pretty lad.''
Harry's not sure if he should be flattered or offended at being described as
'pretty' but then again, he's not one to turn down a compliment.
''Always the smooth talker, James.'' Narcissa answers, clearly amused as well.
''But yes, he's quite a darling, isn't he?''
''Mother.''
Lucius clears his throat pointedly, ''Potter, if you have time for idle chit
chat, perhaps you should use it to train those incompetent, bumbling fools you
call aurors.''
''I will once you approve the budget that we've discussed, Lucius. Cornelius
isn't budging and it's pretty fuckin' impossible to work with what he
suggested.''
The work-related conversation doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon and Harry
quietly slips out to get himself a drink of water from the pantry. He takes his
time sipping at his cup of chamomile tea, quietly observing the different
people that walk in and out of the area. A good twenty minutes pass by and
Harry thinks that Lucius should be ready to head out to lunch by now. He's
hungry enough to eat a hippogriff.
Harry's just about to turn the corner when James comes around and they narrowly
avoid knocking into each other.
''Hey. Alright there?''
''Yeah. Sorry about that.''
''Don't worry about it.'' James takes a step back and eyes Harry before shaking
his head, letting out a small disbelieving laugh. ''Blimey, I nearly didn't
recognize you just now. Last time I saw you, you were...'' He furrows his brows
as he attempts to recall. ''Five? Six? How old are you now?''
''Sixteen, sir.'' At James's cocked eyebrow, ''Sixteen, James.''
''Ah. My son would be bout' your age if he was still around.''
''I'm sorry. He...'' Harry has no idea what to say and so he doesn't, the words
trailing off awkwardly.
James's smile is slightly dimmer but his voice is still light when he answers,
''No matter. My son passed away young. Right!'' He cracks a charming grin at
Harry. ''No point talking about what has been. Your father is very lucky to
have Draco and you, even if he can be quite a prat.''
''He is. I mean. Lucky. He's lucky to have us. Not the prat part.''
It's comfortable being around James and Harry can guess that the man is
probably very well-liked by his colleagues. It'd be quite hard not to like
someone with such an easygoing character.
''Well, I know I would be pretty darn pleased to have a son as pretty as you.''
There's that word again. Pretty. Harry has no idea why he's feeling warm all
over, but the way that James is staring at him is making him feel...bold.
Reckless too.
''Are you flirting with me?''
James leans in a little bit closer and Harry forces himself not to take a step
back at the intense gaze. Oh, he smells wonderful.
''Perhaps. But I should take my leave before Lucius finds me...flirting with
his beloved son. I do need that budget approved.'' 
There's people around but none of them seem to be taking any notice of them.
James takes hold of Harry's right hand and the boy assumes that he's going for
a quick handshake. But. The dark-haired male lifts Harry's hand up to his lips,
touching his lips to the back of Harry's hand.
''It's a pleasure to have met you today, Harry.''
''Likewise, si-, James.'' James is still holding on to his hand and Harry,
quite dazed for some unknown reason, lets him.
''You're a sight for sore eyes, that's what you are.''
James drops another quick kiss on the same spot and retreats with a cheeky
wink, leaving Harry oddly dumbfounded and rooted to the spot.
What the hell was that?
He doesn't feel too bad since it's just harmless flirting (right...?) and
besides, Harry's always had a thing for older men. And James Potter is
ridiculously attractive for his age. Pleased with how his visit here had turned
out, Harry starts humming under his breath he makes his way back towards his
father's office.
Let's see how this turns out then.
***** James Potter (Part 2) *****
Chapter Summary
     In which James thinks a lot, and Lucius and Harry discuss about
     James.
Chapter Notes
     There will be Lily!bashing in later chapters.Just a heads up.I don't
     even know where this fic is heading so I'm just winging it as I go
     along. Very sorry for the lack of smut. I'm finding it a bit
     difficult to write smut scenes for now.
James has always had an eye for pretty things. Pretty people. It was how he had
noticed Lily, his then girlfriend and now wife, in the first place. Back in his
younger days, he had dated a handful of other girls (and perhaps a guy here and
there) before finally deciding to settle down with Lily. She was perfect; smart
and so very beautiful and most importantly, was capable of making James want to
settle down. His life would have been perfect if Lily hadn't suffered a
miscarriage. No, James doesn't completely resent her for that, not when she
herself was beyond distraught when it happened. They were so close, so close to
having a boy of their own.
''We can always try again, Lils.'' James had told her back then, repeating how
it was alright and that he didn't blame her. Not one bit.
He was lying, of course. If only Lily had listened to the healer and taken
better care of herself. Well, no point crying over split milk. Or unborn
babies. After the incident, the healer had informed James that the chances of
Lily conceiving again was highly minimal. Close to a zero. James hadn't told
her that, not when his wife was depressed at losing their baby. It had taken a
few years before they could fully put that behind them and by the time she was
mentally ready to try again, James wasn't. Yes, he still desperately wants a
child of his own, a son preferably, but Lily was getting on in age and he had
accepted the fact that she would not be able to bear him a child.
James shakes his head to rid himself of these thoughts as he tidies up his
desk, done for the day. On most days, he's far too busy to be thinking about
what happened but today's encounter with Lucius's son had brought those
memories up to the surface. Harry Malfoy. James wasn't lying when he said that
he could barely recognize the boy. But oh, how wonderfully he has grown. A tad
skinny but still appealing, nonetheless. A pretty young thing. The kind that
James would have an eye for.
Confident too, how he had boldly asked if James was flirting with him. He
really couldn't help himself, despite Harry being so terribly young. Then
again, the boy had seemed quite interested so perhaps he wasn't averse to the
idea of being with an older man.
''Making your way home then, James?''
He glances up as he passes by his colleague's desk, making a face.
''Unfortunately.''
After the miscarriage, Lily had wanted to recuperate somewhere quieter, away
from magic for some reason, and insisted they move to a Muggle part of town.
James hadn't been too keen on the idea because honestly, a Muggle house? When
they have a perfectly wonderful manor of their own? It's been a few years now
and while he's still trying to persuade Lily into moving back into the manor,
she seems adamant on avoiding the issue.
It doesn't feel like home to him.
x.x.x
''You're awfully quiet today, boy.''
Harry's lounging comfortably on Lucius's spacious bed, simply clad in one of
his father's shirts while the older male gets ready to retire for the day. He's
long known that Narcissa and Lucius no longer share a room and that they've not
slept in the same bed ever since his mother gave birth to him sixteen years
ago.
''A marriage of convenience.'' Lucius had explained. ''I wanted sons and she, a
comfortable life. I would say...that we hold affection for each other, but it
is not love. Your mother is a very wonderful woman, Harry and she loves both
Draco and you greatly. That is all that I can say.''
''Father, what happened to James's son? We talked for a bit just now and he
mentioned that his son would be about my age if he was still around.''
Lucius, in the middle of removing his robes, stills for a moment. Harry slips
off the bed and pads over to where his father is standing, holding out both his
hands for the robes.
''His wife, Lily, lost the baby a few weeks before she was due to give birth. I
do not know much. God forbid I become too close with the Potters.'' Lucius
mutters the last sentence to himself. ''Though, I do have to admit that I
feel...'' He pauses for a second. ''...sorry for James Potter. It was his wish
to have a son of their own. He has told me, countless of times, of how lucky I
am to have Draco and you.''
Harry carefully sets Lucius's robes down on the bed and wordlessly slips an arm
around his father's waist, rubbing his cheek against the smooth fabric of the
male's shirt. It's comforting to be able to be this close to his father,
breathing in the scent that he loves so very much.
''I feel sorry for him as well, father. When he talked about his son...'' Harry
trails off, recalling the brief exchange between James and he. ''It was painful
to watch the sadness in his eyes. I do not know why and as silly as it may
sound, I hurt for him.''
Lucius turns around to face his son properly and the boy has to tilt his head
up a little to look at him.
''I would not say that I understand how it feels for I am not in his shoes.''
Lucius trails the tip of his finger along the curve of his son's jaw, the
fondness and affection that he has for the boy evident in his eyes. ''I
am indeed-'' He lovingly strokes the pad of his thumb across Harry's cheekbone.
''-a lucky man, Harry, to have both Draco and you as my sons.''
Harry bites down on his lip to stop a silly smile from breaking out but he
fails anyway. He simply nods before hiding his face in his father's chest,
still clinging onto him tightly.
For some reason, Harry finds that he's oddly affected by James Potter. How
cruel of Fate to steal his son away from him just like that, not giving James a
chance to bring up his son and shower him with love and affection. And that
he'll not get to experience a son's love, like how Lucius is loved and
respected by both his sons.
''He's quite a nice man, Father.''
''You seemed quite...taken with him.'' There's no hint of jealousy in Lucius's
tone, simply amusement and curiosity.
Harry grins boyishly up at his father, ''Jealous?'' But he quickly turns
serious. ''I can't...put a finger on it. I mean, we've only just met but it's
just...there's something about him. And it's gnawing at me. All that sadness
behind the happy front that he puts up.''
Lucius understands what Harry is getting at. He wouldn't go so far as to say
that James and he are friends, no, even if they did attend Hogwarts together.
As insufferable as James may be, Lucius acknowledges that the man does have his
strengths. He's certainly quite a respectable Head Auror that's well-liked by
almost everyone. Though it would seem that James Potter is no longer the man
that he used to be after losing his child to a miscarriage.
''Now. Enough talk of James Potter. It's tiring enough that I have to deal with
him at work.'' Lucius leads his son towards the bed and he sits down at the
edge, guiding Harry to stand in between his legs. ''I barely could get any work
done with you in my office today. Not when all I could think about
was fucking you on my desk.''
''How crude, Father.'' Harry teases.
''Indeed.'' Lucius sighs as if greatly pained. ''I believe it's all your fault.
You've corrupted me.''
''I suppose that warrants a punishment.'' Harry takes hold of one of Lucius's
hand and slips it under the hem of the shirt that he's wearing and he stifles a
gasp when Lucius squeezes at his ass roughly. ''A spanking, perhaps?''
Lucius pinches at the taut flesh, ''It's not punishment when you enjoy it,
Harry. You never last when I have you over my lap. Or when I use the paddle.''
The boy's breath hitches at the mention of the paddle.
''I really like the paddle.''
''All the more I should not use it.'' Lucius's gaze settles on something and
Harry's not sure if he should be excited or worried at the smirk that's on his
father's lips. ''Perhaps we should try with something new. The belt.''
Oh. That's new.
Harry's not been whipped with a belt before. It's bound to really hurt,
especially when Lucius knows how high Harry's threshold for pain is. He craves
it. Gets off on it.
''The belt...'' Harry licks at his lips, voice taking on a much more sultry
tone. ''...sounds wonderful, Father.''
x.x.x
''Tough day at work?''
James accepts the glass of iced tea Lily hands to him, taking a few sips from
it before placing it down on the coffee table. The sofa creaks a little when he
moves and he bites back a sigh. How he hates this place. It's a nice, spacious
house and Lily had invested all her time in making it seem homey when they had
moved in, but it's not Potter Manor.
''Raids.'' He answers shortly, taking a good look at his wife.
So frumpy in her too-big sweatpants and a coffee-stained shirt and James feels
as if he no longer recognizes the woman standing in front of him. Where has his
Lily disappeared too? His Lily with the sunny disposition, the one who could
get over almost any setback. He's tried, really has tried everything possible
to make Lily move on but she's stubbornly hanging on to her failure. That she
has failed James by failing to bear him a son.
It's not as if he wasn't hurting from what happened but there was nothing else
to do but move on. James can't bear to see her waste away like this but he's
exhausted. He really is. He needs looking after as well.
''Do you remember Lucius's son?'' He asks suddenly, desperate to break the
silence. ''I saw him today at the office. He's a big lad now.''
''Lucius's youngest son...'' Lily trails off, sinking down into one of the
vacant chairs. ''Harry?''
''Yes! Last time we saw him, he was bout' five. He's sixteen now. Bout' the
same age as our son if-'' Lily tenses up and James grits his teeth at his own
mistake. ''He's quite a-'' James wants to say 'pretty lad' but thinks better of
it. ''-charming lad. Lucky for Lucius.''
''Lucky for Lucius that Narcissa didn't lose her child.''
James rubs his face tiredly, ''Lils. I didn't mean it that way. Don't be so
sensitive, I-''
''Sensitive?'' Lily repeats, tone already bordering on anger. ''You think I'm
being sensitive?''
He throws both his hands up in frustration with a groan, ''It
happened years ago, Lily. We've gone through this. Look.'' He stands up quickly
before his own anger can get the better of him. ''I'm not in the mood to fight.
I'm going to take a shower.''
''That's what you always do. You never want to talk about it anymore.''
''Because I've faced it, Lily. I've accepted it. It's time you do too.''
x.x.x
[A week later]
 
James grunts in frustration and he feels ready to hex the next person that
bothers him. Two back-to-back meetings and missing lunch results in a very
grumpy James Potter. It's not all fun and games being Head Auror, not when he
has a shitload of things to do. Even if Lucius has finally approved the budget,
there's still a list of things that needs to be done and James is nowhere done.
There's no doubt that he'll have to put in a few extra hours but at the same
time, it's a relief for him as well. Not when he doesn't feel like returning
home.
There's a tentative knock on his door (he had yelled at the last person who had
disturbed him just now) and James heaves a weary sigh.
''Come in.''
''You're definitely not a sight for sore eyes.''
''Harry?''
The boy grins cheekily at him from where he's standing in the doorway.
''Mother and I stopped by to have lunch with Father. He seems to be forgetting
that he has a home that he can return to for his meals.'' Harry informs James
drily and for the first time that day, James is actually laughing. ''Anyway, I
figured I'd bring some for you as well.''
He's oddly touched that the boy had thought of him. Harry walks in and sets a
couple of containers down on the table and the rich scent of home-cooked food
makes James realize how hungry he really is.
''Rough day?''
James slips his spectacles off and sets it down on a stack of papers, ''Your
father may be right about me having a team of incompetent fools as aurors.'' He
cringes slightly before hastily adding in, ''Don't tell him I said that
though.''
Harry mimics zipping his lips up and tossing the key away.
''Well, as incompetent as they are, you shouldn't be working yourself too
hard.'' Harry pops one of the containers open and hands James a set of
utensils. ''Father might act as if he doesn't care for much things but he says
you have a tendency to work late nights.''
Despite the age gap between them, James find that the topics that they can
converse about are endless. They talk about Hogwarts, discuss their favorite
Quidditch teams and James tells him stories of raids and it's comforting. He
pretends that it's a lot like having a son of his own. It's a fantasy of his. A
son that will look out and care for him just like how he'll do the same for his
boy.
''Thank you for the meal. I truly appreciate it. It's not always that I get to
eat such delicious food with someone pretty for company.''
James feels a whole lot better and more like himself right now.
''Well, you'll be seeing me a whole lot more then.''
''No plans for the holidays? Surely it gets boring coming down here so often
and hanging out with adults. Not me, of course. You'll never be bored when I'm
around.''
Harry snorts and chucks a napkin at James.
''Both my best mates are away on family trips, unfortunately. But I don't
really mind. Father's office is really nice and there's lots for me to read.''
James leans forward and rests his elbows against the edge of the desk, ''Feel
free to drop by my office whenever you're here. It'll be much more fun.'' And
Harry nearly snorts his drink up his nose in amusement when James winks
cheekily at him.
''I'm serious about you working yourself too hard. Wouldn't want to age that
handsome face, would we?''
''Handsome? Why, Harry. I'm flattered.''
Harry simply rolls his eyes and with a small wave, he turns to leave the
office.
''Harry?''
''Yes?''
''Your ass looks great in those jeans.''
 
 
***** What I Want *****
Chapter Summary
     More James, Lucius and Harry interaction.
Chapter Notes
     Many people seem to like the idea of Harry having both Lucius and
     James as their lovers, so I'm starting to branch out on that for now!
Harry comes to realize something after being in James's company for quite some
time. He's not a fan of silence. While Lucius prefers peace and minimal
distraction while he works, James is the exact opposite. He chats, cracks a
whole lot of jokes and gets distracted a lot. It's like being with a grown up
stuck in the body of a five year old who's had too much chocolate frogs.
''I don't like it. Silence. Too much of it when my wife...'' James falls silent
and Harry doesn't prod.
On days that Harry stops by the office with his mother (which has been too
often lately), and sometimes Draco, he splits his time equally between his
father and James. If Lucius notices just how much time he's been spending with
the Auror lately, he doesn't mention it. At times, it's simply best to let
Harry do as he pleases. It's fine as long as Lucius is aware of what he's up
to. Harry is clearly up to something, no doubt about that.
''Are the Potters part of the Order, Father?''
Lucius dips the tip of his quill into a bottle of ink and lightly taps it
against the rim, ''Not that I know of. Although Potter is Head Auror, it's a
widely known fact that he takes a neutral stand.'' He glances briefly at his
son. ''Why the sudden interest?''
Harry sets down the book that he's been reading next to him, a bright gleam in
his eyes.
''It would benefit us if we manage to sway him over to our side, don't you
think? He is Head Auror afterall. He'd be an asset to us should he join the
Death Eaters.'' Lucius mulls over his son's words with a thoughtful hum. ''But
I don't want to manipulate him into joining us. I'd rather he do so
willingly.'' The boy pauses for a moment. ''I quite like him, Father.''
''Yes, it's quite obvious that you do, dear boy.''
Harry slinks over to where Lucius is seated and slides his arms around his
father's shoulders, tucking his chin against the male's right shoulder.
''Are you bothered that I do?'' He questions with a teasing lilt to his voice.
''It's odd, but I find myself wanting to care for him like how I care for you.
Honestly, it's downright appalling how horrible he is at taking care of
himself.'' The boy grumbles. ''He skips meals too often, sleeps too little and
smokes too much.''
''Planning to take over his wife's duties, are you?'' Lucius feels relaxed
enough to joke, especially with Harry in close proximity.
His boy is always so affectionate and it doesn't take much for the tension to
bleed away from his shoulders.
''You wish to care for him like a son would. For him to experience a son's
love.''
Harry hums his agreement, ''Something like that, I suppose.'' He straightens up
and makes his way around the chair before sinking down next to it,
affectionately resting his head against his father's knee. ''I think that's
what he needs. To know that someone cares. Would you oppose to it, Father?''
It's highly difficult to concentrate on whatever he's doing with Harry being
so docile, but Lucius manages to finish skimming through a couple of parchments
before he answers his son's question. They've been circling around the topic of
James for the past week and he's had a lot of time to think about it.
''It would be foolish of me to attempt to talk you out of it, not when you're
so fascinated by him. Merlin knows why.'' Lucius lightly tweaks his son's nose.
''However, I suppose there is no reason for me to oppose.''
''Even if...'' His boy sounds somewhat hesitant. ''...even if I would like to
please him sexually?''
Harry's eyeing him curiously and with bated breath, and there's a hint of
uncertainty in those green eyes. He's toeing a fine line here by asking his
father such a question. While Lucius admits that he can be quite possessive
when it comes to Harry, the thought of his son and James Potter doesn't seem to
be bothering him too much. Perhaps it's because it might turn out to be
potentially interesting. A Malfoy would not waste the time pursuing something
if there is nothing in it for them.
''Only if I get to watch on occasions.'' Lucius finally states and his boy
breaks out into a huge, grateful smile. There really is no way to for him to
deny his precious boy anything. ''And-'' He firmly grips Harry by the chin
between his fingers, forcing them to maintain eye contact. ''-only if you
promise to split your time equally between us. I will not have you neglecting
me just so that you can make another man happy, Harry.''
His boy lowers his gaze demurely, signifying that he understands what is
expected of him.
''I understand, Father. Thank you.''
Lucius gently strokes Harry under his chin as if he would to a cat, ''A verbal
'thank you' is hardly enough, my dear boy.''
Harry gracefully gets up to his feet and Lucius briskly instructs him to
undress. He has a meeting to attend in twenty minutes time and besides, he
isn't in the mood to take things slowly today. Between work at the Ministry and
Death Eaters matters, Lucius is starting to feel tightly wound up.
Harry makes quick work of unbuttoning his faded blue jeans, hooking his thumb
at the sides before pushing it down over the tantalizing swell of his ass. He's
leaning face down across the desk even before Lucius can instruct him to do so.
His boy always knows what pleases him best.
Lucius caps the bottle of ink lest it spills and draws out the anticipation by
tidying his desk. Simply because he likes how Harry's occasionally casting
impatient glances over his shoulder. He doesn't bother undressing fully and
simply lowers down the zipper of his slacks and slips his cock out. It takes
only a few swipes of Harry's tongue along the length of his cock and for the
boy to mouth and suckle wetly at his balls for him to fully harden.
It's amusing how Harry seems so fond of carrying lubricant in his bag when
there's magic, but he's mentioned that he prefers Lucius's fingers slick with
lube stretching him open. But today, his boy shakes his head when his father
reaches for the tube. Oh, that's how he wants it then. The belt marks on the
supple, milky skin of Harry's ass from a few days back is still visible and
Lucius traces each mark with the tip of his finger. 
Harry seems to be very fond of the belt as well.
When Lucius finally manages to squeeze just the tip of his cock in into his
boy's hole, there really is no word to describe it. It's so pleasurable that
it's bordering on painful and it's only then that Lucius realize that he's
gritting his teeth. Surely it must be uncomfortable for his boy, but Harry's
already moaning, a palm cupped over his mouth despite the silencing charm
Lucius had casted.
Lucius can't help but to swear as he slowly inches the rest of his cock in and
his office feels overwhelmingly stifling all of a sudden. 
''Father.'' Harry grits out, curling slender fingers around the edge of
Lucius's desk, his chest pressed up against the smooth surface of the desk.
It takes awhile and it feels like sweet relief when Lucius's cock is finally
snug inside the tight and addictive heat of Harry's ass. It's then that Lucius
starts pounding into his hole in a merciless manner, brutal enough for Harry to
accidentally knack over a couple of books from the desk. He yanks at his boy's
hair, pleased to note that it's now slightly long enough for him to curl the
soft strands around his fingers. Lucius snaps his hips back and forth in a
punishing manner and Harry's practically trembling from the sheer pain and
pleasure.
''You've thought about James fucking you like this, hm?'' Lucius grits out.
''Fantasized about him fucking you on his desk? Would you call him 'daddy' too,
my dear boy? He would like that, wouldn't he?''
Harry's too lost in pleasure to respond to his father's words, especially when
Lucius is gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, burying his cock in deep
with each snap of his hips. It's exquisite how Harry's arching so very
prettily.
James should feel honored that Lucius is grateful enough to be willing to share
Harry with him, Lucius thinks as he spreads the boy's ass cheeks apart with his
hands, watching how the smooth rim of Harry's hole stretches almost obscenely
around the thick girth of his cock. There's not much relief granted to Harry
with his cock trapped between the desk and his belly and Lucius continues
fucking into him harshly. His father taps his thigh and Harry lifts one knee up
onto the desk so that Lucius can push in deeper.
''You're exquisite.'' Harry's cock twitches at the compliment, and there's a
small puddle of pre-cum where the slit of his cock is leaking against the desk.
''I believe James Potter will definitely enjoy this pleasurable little fuckhole
of yours, boy.'' Lucius punctuates each thrust with a vicious thrust of his
hips, hard enough for Harry to slide up against the desk a little. ''You'd like
that, yes? For him to fuck you over and over again until you're bloated from
his seed. But no, it won't be enough for you. You'll want more, won't you, you
greedy boy?''
Harry's so hard and his head's spinning but oh, he really shouldn't be
imagining what it'd be like to have both James and Lucius fucking him. Maybe
take both their cocks at once-
''Daddy.'' It's Harry's breathy tone and the way he desperately pushes his hips
back to meet Lucius's demanding thrusts that has Lucius spilling his load into
his son, his whole body going taut from the sudden overwhelming pleasure.
Harry clenches around his cock and Lucius blanks out for a blissful second
before slumping down on top of his boy, reaching a hand down to bring Harry to
his own orgasm. It doesn't take much with Lucius murmuring in his ear about how
he's such a wonderful boy and how he pleases his daddy so.
''Thank you.'' Harry whispers to him later, greedily bouncing up and down on
Lucius's cock like it's the only thing that he knows to do.
Lucius understands.
Lucius is also forty minutes late to his meeting.
x.x.x
James is well-aware of the fact that he is married, thank you very much. He
hasn't taken off his wedding ring ever since he got married, except to clean it
but these days, James finds himself often fiddling with it. It's
been...unpleasant being around Lily ever since their last argument and it seems
that all she wants to do is argue. Home doesn't feel like home anymore and
James is all too willing to put in extra hours at work just so that he can
avoid heading back early. 
The only times when he feels at ease is when he's at work, or when he's at the
pub with Sirius and Remus and also when he's with Harry. The time that he
spends in Harry's company is clearly doing him a lot of good. He's starting to
eat three proper meals a day, getting a bit more sleep and attempting to smoke
less compared to last time. This, in turn, heightens his concentration at work
since he usually turns up feeling much more refreshed. He's clearly not the
only one noticing this change since his team of aurors can't stop teasing him
about 'turning over a new leaf'. Psh, as if he's been that horrible all along.
It also seems that his growing friendship with Harry is doing wonders for his
work relationship with Lucius, who seems to be much more cordial with him
lately. Amazing really.
Although...the more time James spends with Harry, the more indecent his
thoughts get. He really should feel ashamed since Harry is sixteen and all but
James can't blame his body for reacting that way. Not when he hasn't had a
proper good shag since Lily...well. James can't blame her for that either.
Surely sex is the last thing on her mind. It also doesn't help that Harry's
clothes are mostly form fitting. For a Malfoy, the boy sure seems very fond of
Muggle attire. It's insanely difficult not to get distracted when Harry's
puttering around his office in those ridiculously fitted jeans.
The boy's ass looks amazing in them. And it makes James want to press up
against the boy and dry hump him against the desk and-
''Coffee.'' Harry carefully sets down a mug of steaming brown liquid on James's
desk. ''Extra milk, just the way you like it.
Right. Decent thoughts, James. You can do it. You're Head Auror, not a sixteen
year old boy.
But no, he doesn't think of indecent thoughts all the time. James often finds
himself thinking what it'd be like if he treated Harry as his boy. Like the son
that he never will have. Pampering and caring for him, buying him things and
just...generally having a great time together. They could play Quidditch and
James could perhaps help him with his homework. Okay, maybe not the homework
part.
James picks up the mug and takes a careful sip. It's touching how Harry makes
it a point to remember the little things that James likes. How he takes his
coffee and tea, the type of delicacies that he prefers, which radio station is
his favorite and well, Harry's just...so bloody wonderful. Though it's not only
Harry that's doing all the noticing. It's also endearing how the boy tends to
speak a lot of Lucius and it's the way that he talks about the man that makes
James yearn for a relationship like that.
It might sound far-fetched but James is certain that the love and adoration
Harry holds for the older Malfoy goes beyond platonic. It's glaringly obvious,
really. The way Lucius's gaze always seems to linger on Harry. Not to mention
that he's caught Harry slipping out of Lucius's office on several occasions
with a limp. Then again, perhaps it's best not to assume although incest is not
exactly unheard of where pureblood families are concerned. That doesn't stop
James from flirting with Harry though, not when the boy seems to encourage it.
Yes, James realizes that he's married. He's a married man lusting after a
sixteen year old boy.
School resumes for Harry two weeks later and James starts seeing less of him.
Irritable and dampened by that, he can't help but to think that Harry might
forget all about him. He tries not to mope about it. Also, taking out his
irritation on his team of aurors during training seems to help a little. It
comes as a surprise when he receives a letter from the boy requesting that they
fix a day each week for dinner. And so, that's how Thursdays with Harry begins.
''James.'' They're having dinner outside today; a small cafe in a quiet part of
town near where James lives.
He's not too worried about Lily. Not when she doesn't like the idea of leaving
the house.
''Can I ask you something? It's..'' Harry fiddles with his napkin. ''...a bit
of a sensitive question.''
James is itching for a smoke and he glares at the 'No Smoking' signage hanging
above the door.
''I'll try to humor you.''
''Have you...'' James steals the napkin away from the boy before he can shred
it to pieces, prompting for Harry to go on. ''You've always wanted a son. Have
you not considered adoption?''
''Lily and I have discussed it before.'' He admits. ''But the idea of raising a
child that's not my flesh and blood...'' James trails off and it's his turn to
start shredding at the napkin. ''I'm not saying that I won't love the child.
It's stupid really.'' He exhales in frustration. ''Lily wants to adopt a girl
and well, you know that I'd prefer a son.''
He's interrupted by the waitress when she swings by with their drinks and she
beams warmly at Harry when he thanks her.
''That's a polite lad you've got. Enjoying a father-son day out?''
''Oh, he's not-''
Harry swiftly cuts him off with a quick, enthusiastic nod of his head.
''Yes, my father works far too hard.'' He playfully narrows his eyes at James,
who seems comically stunned at Harry's admission. ''Practically had to drag him
out.''
''Men and their work.'' The waitress snorts. ''Well, you two lads enjoy your
day then. I'll be round with your food soon.''
My father. Those two words makes James want to do something really stupid. Like
lean over and snog Harry. But he can't because people think they're father and
son. He's desperate to know what's going on Harry's mind and where they're
heading with this...thing between them. Harry's intent on avoiding his gaze and
James decides that he'll let it slip. For now.
For now, he'll acknowledge that the attraction between them is mutual. Still,
there's Lucius that James has to worry about. He's yet to find out what's going
on between Lucius and Harry and until he does, there's no way that he can make
his move yet. Again, the annoying little voice in his head reminds him that he
has a wife but it's all too easy to forget about it when he's more than willing
to give Harry all of his attention.
x.x.x
''Potter.''
''Merlin. Lucius Malfoy actually made the trip down to my humble office.
Someone call Skeeter and inform her! This will definitely make headlines!''
Lucius wonders for the nth time just what it is that his son sees in James
Potter. Casting a disdainful glance around the cluttered office, he steps in
and with a flick of his wand, the door clicks shut.
James eyes the door and the wand in the male's hand warily, ''Just in case
you're planning to kill me, let me remind you that I have a team of aurors
outside.''
''Stop with the dramatics, Potter. I'm only here because of Harry.''
''Harry?'' James straightens up in his seat, alarmed. ''Did something happen-
?''
''No.'' Lucius calmly cuts him off. ''I wish to speak to you about my son.''
I am not intimidated. I am not intimidated. Right. He won't feel intimidated if
he keeps telling himself that. Oh hell, who is he kidding? He may be Head Auror
but this is Lucius Malfoy he's dealing with. Wiping his suddenly clammy palms
against his robes, James waits for him to continue.
''You've been spending an awful lot of time with my son.'' It unsettles him
that Lucius remains standing and it makes him look all the more imposing. ''I
trust that I am not wrong when I say that your intentions towards my son are
not all that pure.''
''I-''
Lucius silences him with a pointed look.
''I'm not blind, Potter.''
''Yes, well-''
''Potter.''
I.AM.NOT.INTIMIDATED. I AM JAMES POTTER, HEAD AUROR.
But yes, perhaps it'll do him good to keep silent. Well, if Lucius is going to
intimidate him into distancing himself from Harry, he can jolly well-
''As...confident as Harry portrays himself to be, he is still a sixteen year
old boy. Do not hurt him, Potter. I will not hesitate to ruin you if you do.''
James doesn't doubt that threat for a second but honestly, that's not the point
here.
''Wait.'' James holds a hand up, cocking an eyebrow. ''Just. Hold on a minute.
Are you giving me your blessings?'' It's a question filled with incredulity.
Lucius clings onto the last shred of his patience and counts to five.
''Are you perhaps deaf as well as dumb? I question myself time and time again
what my son sees in you.'' The corners of Lucius's lip curls down in obvious
disdain (and exasperation). ''It's just my rubbish luck to have him interested
in a Potter.'' Only Lucius can makes his name sound like an insult.
Surely that takes skill.
James grins crookedly and shrugs both his shoulders, ''No one can resist the
Potter charm, Lucius.''
Lucius's gaze is deadly serious when he speaks, ''Harry is precious to me,
Potter. I am a man who doesn't fancy sharing what belongs to me. Trust me when
I say I will ruin you beyond salvation if you hurt him.''
''I understand you loud and clear, Lucius.'' The conviction in his words must
be enough for Lucius curtly nod his head in response.
''Lucius.'' James calls out just as the other is about to step out, satisfied
that he's made his point. He doesn't know where this courage is coming from but
he needs to know. ''Are you-'' His grip on his wand tightens (just in case).
''Are you and Harry sexually involved, Lucius? Are you sleeping with your
son?''
James doesn't feel comforted by the fact that he has a team of aurors outside
when Lucius turns around, an indescribable expression on his face. 
''If I say that I am?''
Oh.
James's grip on his wand loosens.
''Then I thank you for sharing Harry with me, Lucius. I know just how much your
boy means to you.''
Lucius smiles and it feels more like a warning.
''Let me just warn you, Potter. You won't want another boy once you've had a
taste of what Harry can offer. He's going to consume you and when he does, no
one else is going to be enough. Believe me for I speak from experience.''
And with that, Lucius strides out of the room.
James locks the door, casts a silencing charm and jerks off with thoughts of
Harry calling him daddy.
x.x.x
 
***** James Potter's Boy *****
Chapter Summary
     More relationship development between Harry and James and what Lucius
     thinks of this whole arrangement.
Chapter Notes
     I honestly struggled while writing the smut scene because...it felt
     so difficult to write for some reason. I apologize if it's...lacking.
     And for those of you who are missing the interaction between Lucius/
     Harry, do bear with me!
     Again, thank you to those who have bothered to read and comment on
     this fic. And for giving me suggestions too!Thanks all for the lovely
     kudos as well!
     With that...what do you all want to see in the next few chapters?
It's safe to say that the ball is in James's court now and that it's entirely
up to him how he wants to go about doing this. He really needs to do
something quickly lest his dick chafes soon from all the jerking off that he's
been doing. No, he's not being dramatic. It physically hurts for him to touch
his dick now. Okay. Maybe just a little bit dramatic.
There's so much that he wants to do for Harry, with Harry, but a part of him is
afraid of making the boy feel too overwhelmed. Perhaps it'd be best to take it
slow for now.
''Sorry I'm late!'' Harry comes up to him breathlessly, face completely flushed
as if he had ran the whole way here. ''Did you wait long?'' Not waiting for an
answer, the boy sets his bag down on the floor and takes the seat opposite of
James, still trying to catch his breath. ''Draco forced me to go for a run with
him. Said something about Mother treating him as a guinea pig for all the
baking that she's been doing lately.''
''You really didn't have to rush, Harry.'' James tsks and slides his glass of
iced water towards the boy, prompting him to drink up. ''Packed me any baked
goodies?''
It's Thursday. Dinner night (or as James secretly labels it: Date Night).
They're at another Muggle cafe and this time, he's opted for a table outside so
that he can indulge in a pack of Marlboro Lights. Really, James has been trying
to cut down but it's kind of tough when people at work are constantly intent on
pissing him off. Not to mention that he's been a bit out of sorts lately since
he hasn't met Harry for the past two weeks. 
Harry's saying something about his best friends being a pair of completely
oblivious lovesick idiots but James is finding it a tad difficult to
concentrate. Especially with the boy wearing that grey v-neck shirt James had
purchased for him about two weeks back. It looks really great on him.
Especially with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
''-and Hermione, as clever as she is, refuses to admit that- James, are you
listening to me?''
''Huh?'' The unlit cigarette that's dangling between James's lips drops into
his lap. ''What?''
''Right. That's a no then. What's got you so distracted?''
''You.''
Harry's trying really hard to bite back a pleased grin but he fails miserably
and so, he kicks at James's foot under the table instead. Not one to give in so
easily, James traps one of the boy's foot between his legs and it's the start
of a not-so-subtle game of them trying to outdo each other.
Until the waitress drops a pair of menus onto the table and clears her throat
pointedly.
''Ah. Before I forget...'' Once they've placed their order, James hands Harry a
white paper bag. ''Was in the bookstore and I got this for you.''
Stephen King's 'It'. Killer clowns. The boy had mentioned his interest in
wanting to read the book a couple of times and apparently, it was Hermione who
had recommended it to him.
''James.'' Harry carefully trails his thumb along the spine of the book. ''You
didn't have to, you know. I could have borrowed it. Or bought it myself. You've
bought me a couple of shirts last time. And that broomstick polishing kit. Now
the book. You're spoiling me.''
James slips his hand into the breast pocket of his shirt for his lighter,
flicking it once to light his cigarette up. Harry looks so content that James
can't stop itself from saying the words that's been lingering on his mind.
''Isn't that what a daddy should do? Spoil his boy?''
Harry stills.
Right. So much for wanting to take things slow. James takes a drag of his
cigarette in an attempt to mask his nerves, waiting for a response. He doesn't
get one.
''Your father came to see me two weeks ago. To speak to me about...us. About my
intentions towards you and yours towards me.''
The boy opposite him is looking positively pale and ready to bolt from that
chair any second now.
''You know then?'' James nods and taps the butt of his cigarette against the
rim of the ashtray. ''And you're not, well...bothered? That I want to call you
daddy? Do things for you? And stuff?''
The older male raises an eyebrow as if to say, ''Really, Harry?''
''How eloquent of you, Harry. For a Slytherin, you sure don't sound too
confident of yourself right now.'' He teases, making an attempt to lighten up
the mood.
''Shut up.'' Harry kicks at his foot again and James winces. ''Not everyone's
into that, you know. I just wanted to make sure so that I don't make a fool out
of myself.''
The conversation comes to a momentary halt when the waitress arrives with their
food and this time, the both of them make sure that they're on their best
behavior.
''Your father also admitted to the...special relationship that the both of you
have.''
Harry, who's in the midst of chewing on his salted egg cream pasta, chokes and
has to take a few gulps of water before he can bring himself to speak.
''Surely you're bothered by that. That I'm sleeping with my own father.''
''Not exactly. If you must know, incest between pureblood families is not
exactly unheard of. I myself have a few friends who are involved in such
relationships. Though, as common as it might be among the purebloods, there are
still a handful of people who consider it taboo. That's why there's not exactly
much talk about it.'' James reaches for his beer and takes a couple of sips
from it, appreciating the sensation of the chilled liquid sliding down his
throat. ''Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Harry. I'm not
disgusted. Really.''
It's enough to convince the boy as he doesn't say anything else, continuing to
tuck into his food. They stay way past ten p.m. and it's only when the waitress
mutters a 'It's closing time.' to them and they realize they've actually been
talking for hours.
James pays for dinner and Harry allows him to do so, sidling close to him while
they stand at the payment counter.
''Thank you, daddy.'' Shy. Hesitant. Cheeky.
He so very nearly crushes the pack of smokes that he's holding in his hand.
Hearing those words from Harry himself...dear Merlin.So innocent and yet so
seductive at the same time.
Fuck. Pull yourself together, James Potter.
x.x.x
Lucius is loathed to admit that perhaps having James Potter around can be
useful. Especially since he won't be around for a couple of days due to an out
of town conference. In all of his years working at the Ministry, not once has
Lucius been required to attend one. Well, there is always a first time for
everything, he supposes. Honestly, the idea of attending one with Cornelius and
a few selected others is hardly appealing. Unfortunately, work is work.
''Not to worry, Lucius!'' Potter exclaims brightly, looking far too chipper for
someone who has quite the workload to tackle. ''I'll be more than glad to spend
time with Harry after his classes end.''
It's been six months and Lucius had to admit that this arrangement between the
three of them is working out very well. Mondays and Wednesdays are reserved for
Lucius while Tuesdays and Thursdays are James's days to spend with Harry. The
boy gets Fridays to himself and both James and Lucius take their turn to spend
time with the boy each weekend. If either one of them happen to be busy on the
respect days slotted for them, whoever's free gets to claim that day.
''In fact, I've been thinking of bringing Harry round to Potter Manor
actually.''
''Potter Manor? It's been years since you've stepped foot there.''
James rifles through a stack of parchment and accidentally knocks another stack
over, yelling out a ''Fuck!''. An auror in training who had just stepped in
flinches in surprise and when he realizes that Lucius is present in the room,
he practically recoils and hastily backs out of the office.
''Quite right. Even so, I've still a couple of house elves keeping the manor in
pristine condition for me. Can you believe that Lily's been trying to get me to
sell it?''
''I'm hardly interested in your domestic quarrels, Potter.'' Lucius replies
drily. ''Anyway, I expect Harry to be well-rested and healthy when I get back
in a week's time.'' He continues briskly. ''He's all too likely to neglect
himself when I'm not around to look after him. Though he tends to be like that
as well whenever you're on one of your long auror assignments.''
James preens at the subtle acknowledgement of his importance to Harry that's
coming from Lucius. Finding what he's been looking for all along, he sets it
aside before straightening up.
''I'll take care of him, Lucius, I give you my word. Do enjoy your
conference.''
''With Cornelius around? How delightful. I can hardly wait, Potter.''
x.x.x
''I'm going to miss you.''
It's endearing how forlorn Harry looks once Lucius is done packing whatever is
required for the next four days. Lucius would be lying if he said that he did
not feel a shred of insecurity initially with James Potter in the picture. If
anything, this arrangement between the three of them has served to strengthen
the bond between Harry and he.
''I'll only be gone for four days, my dear boy.''
''Still.''
Lucius smoothes his robes down and turns away from the mirror, ''Now, dear
child, stop your sulking.''
Harry slinks off the bed and takes a few steps to close the distance between
them, ''Will you miss me?''
''Harry, why ask me questions that you already know the answer to?'' Lucius
answers, drawing the boy towards him.''But yes, I will miss you.'' He murmurs
against the boy's temple, soothingly stroking a palm down Harry's back.
He does have to admit that he tends to coddle Harry a bit more.
While Lucius is no stranger to late nights, this will be the first time that
he'll be away from his family for a full four days on work-related matters.
Chastely, Lucius brushes his lips across Harry's forehead before trailing his
lips down the bridge of the boy's nose. 
''And Harry?''
''Hm?''
''Don't let Potter talk you into skipping school. Or I will change my mind
about you staying over at his manor.''
x.x.x
Despite Potter Manor being left empty for the past few years, it stands as
regal and pristine as ever on the plot of land. The house elves that James had
previously instructed to care for the place were practically buzzing with
excitement at the idea of their master returning. Though he no longer lived in
the manor, they still belonged to him. He had worked out an arrangement with
Dumbledore to have them work at the kitchens in Hogwarts and for them to return
to the manor every weekend to do some housekeeping.
''So.'' The way that James keeps hovering around Harry as the man gives him a
tour is somewhat endearing; like a young kid excited to show off his most
prized possession. ''What do you think?''
''It's gorgeous. The house elves did a really wonderful job of taking care of
the manor. It's very...'' Harry loves the warm, vibrant colors that seems to
give life to the place. ''...you. I didn't know you had a talent for
decorating.''
James grins at the compliment and steers Harry towards a tall glass casing
placed in the corner of the sitting room.
''Is that-'' The boy points to the shiny golden object resting in the middle of
a small cushioned box.
''Yep.'' James pops his 'p' with obvious delight. ''First snitch I caught in
Hogwarts. Well, ''swallowed'' would describe it best actually.'' He adds in,
chuckling fondly at the memory.
Harry points to a plaque and reads the words etched on it aloud, ''Best
Hogwarts Seeker? How impressive, Mr. Potter. And here I thought all you did was
cause trouble.'' The dark-haired boy teases.
''That too. Quidditch was the only thing I really loved about school.'' James
acknowledges, lacing his fingers with Harry and leading him towards the sofa.
''And hey! I didn't do too shabbily in school. Ask Professor Black. I went to
school with him.''
He sinks down into the sofa with a pleased exhale. Truly, James feels as if
he's finally home. As silly as it sounds, it's as if the manor is pulsing
with something. Something that's making him feel warm and content and
okay...maybe because he has Harry here with him.
''You look happy.'' The boy reaches over and squeezes James's knee
affectionately. ''I mean, you always look as if you are but it's
just...I like seeing you like this.''
James wordlessly pats his thigh, instruction the boy to make himself
comfortable and Harry complies. With his knees on either side of James's hips,
Harry slowly circles his arms around the man's neck, fingers playing with the
hair at his nape.
''I am happy. The happiest I've been in a long time.'' James admits, his hands
finding their place on the boy's slim hips. ''I'm home. And...I've
got you now.'' Harry isn't used to seeing James all serious and thoughtful, and
he finds himself at a complete loss for words. ''I'll be honest. Not ever have
I thought that I'd be able to feel this content after...after Lily's
miscarriage. Some would say that it's ridiculous how I'm so...'' James slips a
finger under Harry's chin, forcing the boy to meet his piercing gaze.
''...enamored with a boy as young as you are. Lucius Malfoy's son, of all
people.''
Harry nips at the tip of James's finger in response, ''I don't know if I should
feel flattered or offended.''
''Let's just say that I'm glad you're almost nothing like your father.
Well, almost. You're positively a terror when you're angry. Not to mention that
you can be quite cunning too. But yes, you're bloody amazing, that's what you
are. These six months...I really can't express how lucky I am, Harry.''
It's true. It really is. Every single word that James is saying. While James
had been slightly gaunt before from skipping meals and having too little sleep,
he's looking much healthier these days under Harry's constant reminders for him
to eat. Additionally, James has started hitting the gym more often (a colleague
living in the same Muggle part of town as him had recommended the place). Okay,
maybe it's also because he doesn't want to lose out to Lucius because that man
is bloody fit for a man his age.
''You're so embarrassing.'' The boy in his lip complains, pretending to make
retching sounds. ''Shut up. I like it better when you're being dumb.''
''Aw. Is daddy making you shy?'' James coos and it's followed by a boisterous
laugh as he hugs Harry tightly against him. ''But really. Oh, and the sex.'' He
whistles lowly under his breath. ''Don't even get me started on the sex. I
think it's pretty much impossible not to get hard when I step into your
father's office. Makes me think of the time I fucked you on his desk when he
wasn't around.''
Harry pinches at James's hip, ''You do realize that I got punished because you
couldn't keep your dick long enough in your pants for us to get back to your
office? Father had me in a cock ring! Have you any idea how torturous that was?
Not to mention that my ass is very much acquainted with the belt now.''
James crudely gives the boy's ass a few firm squeezes, ''You love the belt,
Harry.''
And that is how Dimmy, one of the Potter's longest serving house elf finds them
an hour later. Harry leaning over the headrest of the sofa, bare from the waist
down with his t-shirt rucked up under his armpits. James, still fully clothed,
has his leather belt coiled around his palm.
''Master Potter, sir!'' Dimmy squeaks, immediately squeezing her eyes shut at
the sight before her. ''The tea and cakes, sir.''
The silver tray that she's holding in her hands trembles and is in danger of
crashing to the carpet beneath her.
''Ah, Dimmy. Just in time. Place it on the table will you? Harry here is so
very thirsty
.'' He leers at the boy, slipping a finger between the boy's ass cheeks to tap
teasingly at the red-rimmed hole.
Dimmy tries to navigate her way towards the coffee table with her
eyes still shut and she gives a startled flinch when the crack of leather
striking against skin rings loudly, followed by a sweet, whining sound. Opening
her eyes just enough for her to see, Dimmy carefully places the tray on the
table, bowing hastily before disappearing from the room.
''I can't believe-'' Harry tries to glare in an intimidating manner but it's
hard to do so when hot-white pain courses through him the moment James rakes
his fingernail along the fresh welt. ''-your house elf saw this. Won't she-
oh.'' His knees nearly gives out when the man lightly slaps the end of the belt
against his hole. ''Won't she tell your wife?''
James groans and drapes himself over the boy's back, the belt dangling between
his fingers.
''That's one way for me to lose my boner.'' He grumbles as he pinches at his
boy's bum. ''I own the house elves, Harry.'' He answers anyway, but it's not as
if Harry is listening. Not when the sensation of rough denim against his
sensitive stinging ass feels so wonderful. ''Simply put, they answer to me.
Why? Afraid that she'll find out?'' He murmurs hotly against the boy's ear.
Harry twists his body around and pulls James in for a proper heated kiss,
curling his fingers in the messy strands of the older male's dark hair. It's
hot and messy, saliva stringing between their lips when the both of them draw
apart for air. But it's not long before James is grabbing Harry's nape, forcing
his lips against the boy's again.
''I could care less about her finding out, daddy.'' Harry answers in between
fevered kisses, grappling at the buttons of James's maroon shirt. ''Not when I
have you wrapped around my little finger.''
''Cocky little fuck, aren't you?''
It's true. You do have me wrapped around your pretty little finger.
Harry finally manages to rid of his shirt and later on, they'll realize that
the top two buttons are missing.
Sex with Lucius and sex with James is two completely different things. Lucius
prefers playing with Harry's mind, teasing him slowly and painfully before
finally granting him mind-numbing pleasure. Or, if he's in the mood for it,
he'll take rough to a whole other level. James, on the other hand, fucks like
he's a ball of unrestrained energy. Intent on going about doing it until Harry
is completely and utterly knackered. The way he kisses and fucks...it's like
he's running on adrenaline from a particularly excited Quidditch game or a
dangerous raid and it's hard for Harry not to get sucked in as well.
He's pretty damn certain that he'll break from bliss itself should both Lucius
and James fuck him together one day. Oh, what a way to go.
''Is it just me or are your shoulders slightly broader?''
''Nah. I woke up and it was already like that.'' James tweaks at the boy's left
nipple playfully and the boy yelps. ''Of course they are! Why do think I've
been sweatin' it out at the gym?''
Not giving Harry a chance to answer, he lowers his head to flick at the boy's
nipple with the tip of his tongue. The simple action has it stiffening and
James takes it between his lips, suckling at it harshly. Fuck, he loves
how pink it looks against the stark paleness of his boy's body, his skin
unblemished and soft to the touch.
''Here-?'' Harry gasps out when the older male playfully wrestles him to the
carpet, writhing when James starts nipping down his throat.
It's ridiculous how attractive James look when he's this relaxed and happy,
eyes bright with mischief, ''I thought we'd start with the living room first.
Then work out way up to the bedroom.''
''Sounds like a plan.''
x.x.x
Dull. Lucius slips the book back into place, eyeing the selection in front of
him with distaste. Muggle literature. Draco speaks a lot of it and yet, Lucius
can hardly see anything appealing about it. Perhaps he should have his older
son recommend a few titles. Then again, he intends to purchase a few for Draco
and Harry to bring back home.
Up front, Cornelius is attempting to pay in Galleons and Lucius slips further
back into the shop before the man can ask him for help. Best let Kingsley deal
with that. Shelves and shelves of books. He would lose Harry in a heartbeat if
he ever decides to bring the boy here. Lucius takes comfort in the fresh papery
scent and funnily enough, it eases a little bit of the longing that he feels
for the boy. 
No doubt that James would be keeping Harry occupied right about now. It's odd,
but Lucius had expected for jealousy to rear it's ugly head at him with James
now part of Harry's life. He sees, of course, the way the man interacts with
him soon. Fond gazes, too frequent touches and how he seems so
completely fixated on the boy. Just like Lucius. He behaves just like Lucius
where Harry is concerned, and yet, it's still different. 
Lucius really shouldn't be thinking of James and he in Harry at the same time,
the boy in between as both of them split him apart with their cocks. It's
something that has been creeping into his mind much more often lately and he
knows James has been thinking of it too. That look on his face when they're in
the same space as Harry.
Though James Potter needs to work on restraining himself. Fucking Harry in
Lucius's office of all places. On his desk! Well, he'll just have to wait till
he gets back. James's office is quite spacious and the desk sturdy.
Ah, he'll have to test it out with Harry then. The chair as well then.
x.x.x
''It's impossible for you to be this tight.'' James grunts, watching the plump
tip of his cock finally squeeze past the tight ring of muscles. ''God. It
fucking hurts.'' He grits out, breathing labored because honest to hell, it's
so good that it hurts.
All that heat and the tightness.
''You're not exactly small you know!'' Harry gasps out, holding his knees up
and spreading them wider apart to accommodate the male between them.
James lowers himself down to his elbows, ''Sorry, babe.'' But he doesn't sound
remotely apologetic at all, not when the boy's sweet hole is clenching and
unclenching around his cock repeatedly. 
Their clothes are strewn around on the carpet and the tea and cake that's still
on the tray is rapidly cooling. Carpet burn is going to be a bitch but Harry
can't bring himself to care when he's feeling so deliciously full. James
straightens up and guides Harry's legs to rest over his shoulders, starting a
slow languid thrust of back and forth but with enough force that has his balls
smacking against the boy's ass each time he drives his hips forward. 
''That's it. Take daddy's cock all the way in, baby.'' James stills for a
moment and tucks the boy's knees against his chest before he earnestly starts
pounding his cock into Harry's hole. ''Fuck, yes. That's a good boy. You make
daddy feel so fucking good, baby.''
Every inch of Harry is feeling completely overwhelmed and he's so fucking
turned on at how James's cock is practically pulsing inside of him, the pre-cum
dribbling from the slit allowing him to slide his cock back in easily after he
draws out each time. 
''Wanna fuck you until you're bloated with my seed. Heavy with it.'' James
turns Harry over to his front before pressing his cock back in into his boy's
red and puffy hole. ''Until it's dripping out of your hole and down your thighs
and then Lucius can take his turn fucking you. Our pretty little fucktoy.''
Harry shudders at the dirty words that James is murmuring into his ear, fingers
scrabbling at the carpet in an attempt to ground himself.
''James. Daddy, please.'' He's not exactly sure what he's begging for, but he
says it anyway. ''Anything for daddy.'' His words are muffled by the carpet
when James roughly pushes his head down, allowing lust to fully take over. 
''You'd take it like the greedy little boy that you are, won't you? Let Lucius
and me stuff you with both our cocks.'' James grounds his hips down, pressing
in to the hilt and Harry screams, spasming a little when the tip of the older
male's cock nudges right against his prostate.
James seems intent on driving Harry insane with want, making sure to hit the
exact same spot and the boy is moaning himself hoarse. Taking mercy on him,
James takes hold of Harry's cock and the younger boy beneath him trembles.
''Too much?'' He drops an apologetic kiss against the boy's nape.
''F-feels...feels amazing, daddy.'' Harry slurs dazedly, fucking his cock into
James's fist and then pushing his hips back demandingly for more. ''Mm...I like
having daddy's cock in me.'' How can the boy say something so lewd in such an
innocent manner?
It's the way that Harry addresses him as 'daddy' that gets to him the most. He
says it with such conviction, as if he really sees James as an older father
figure. James sees it in the boy's eyes - the trust, affection and love that
Harry holds for him and it hits him right in the chest. Leaves him breathless
for a few seconds.
''Daddy.''
The word rings sweetly in the air, thick with cloying lust and James bites down
hard on Harry's shoulder when he comes, filling his boy up with his release.
Apologetic yet smug, James flicks his tongue against the fresh mark on the
boy's shoulder and it's not long before his fingers are sticky with Harry's
cum.
''I'm not going to move. You'll have to carry me.'' Harry declares, exhaustion
lacing his words. 
James rolls over onto his back after pulling out and gazes at the ceiling,
Harry scooting over a few seconds later to rest his head on the older male's
chest. James gazes down fondly at his gorgeous boy, a faint pink flush tinging
his skin from their intense fucking.
''Can't believe I have you all to myself for the next few days.''
''You can't just stay here with me the whole four days, you know. Are you
forgetting that you have a wife, Mr. Potter?''
''She thinks I'm on a week long auror assignment.''
''Lying to the wife, James Potter? How appalling.''
''Shut it, you brat. What did you tell your mother?''
Harry slings a leg over James's hips, snuggling closer to the comfortable
source of body heat, ''Father told her that I'll be staying at the school dorms
this week.''
''Lying to your mother, Harry Malfoy? How appalling.'' That earns him a loud
smack on his chest. ''Hungry?''
''Just a little. You?''
''Yes, and there's something that I wish to eat.'' James slaps at Harry's ass
lightly before giving the bruised ass cheek a lewd squeeze.
''Roll over, sweetheart. Daddy wants to eat your cute little ass out.''
***** A Declaration (Of Love) *****
Chapter Summary
     In which James declares something, Lucius and Harry reunite and James
     nearly loses it with Lily.
Chapter Notes
     I really enjoyed myself writing this chapter.Enjoy!
''Morning, lazybones.''
Harry presses his face further into the pillow and tries to swat James away,
''Go away, daddy.'' He stresses out. ''It's Saturday and I've no school. Let me
sleep in. You tired me out yesterday, you insatiable old man.''
He grunts when a warm, solid weight drapes over his back but it's more
comforting than oppressing, especially with James's strong arms wound tightly
around his waist. The pillows and sheets smell entirely of his older lover and
Harry is loathed to move, intent on lazing the day away.
''Mmm.'' James nuzzles the back of Harry's neck and the prickle of his faint
stubble against his skin is somewhat pleasurable. ''But your father will be
here to pick you up tomorrow evening. Which leaves me with today and half of
tomorrow with you.''
The boy manages to crack an eye open and he turns his head to the side, cheek
warm against the pillow, ''You act like you're not going to see me again, you
big baby.''
''Well, after four blissful days of being here with you...'' James murmurs
against the boy's sweet-smelling skin, a kind of strawberry-kiwi lotion mix
that Harry so religiously applies each night before bed. ''Think your father
will let you stay over here when I have my days with you? Especially the
weekends.''
Harry muffles a yawn and rubs at his eyes sleepily, attempting to twist around,
''Talk to my father about it tomorrow. ''He cups James's left cheek with his
palm and sweetly kisses him on the lips. ''I'm going to make some coffee. Want
some?''
''You do realize that I have more than enough house elves working for me?''
''Yes, but I prefer to make my own coffee. It's more fun that way.'' Harry
manages to slip out of James's grasp and slips off the bed, grabbing a shirt
off the floor to cover himself up.
A grey button down that belongs to James and one that he had discarded in his
haste yesterday to get the boy into his bed. It's a tad too big for Harry; the
hem fluttering against his thighs and the sleeves far too long and yet, James
can't seem to tear his gaze away from the sight of his gorgeous boy wearing his
shirt. Harry pulls on his boxers and then straightens up, carefully folding the
sleeves up to his elbows.
''Coming?''
The boy holds his hand out and James takes it, allowing Harry to haul him off
the bed. The route to the kitchens should be a short one but they take longer
than usual, especially with James intent on glueing himself up against the
younger boy's back, peppering the column of his neck with ticklish, butterfly
kisses.
''Daddy.'' But Harry makes no attempt at stopping James, muffling a delighted
laugh when the older male lightly presses him up against the wall to properly
kiss him.
James feels a whole lot like his old self when he's around his boy. His
reckless, carefree self. The one that went into hiding when Lily suffered the
miscarriage. Because it wouldn't do for him to look so...alright when his wife
clearly wasn't, right? It's not as if he was an unfeeling bastard. Damn it. He
had felt the loss of his unborn child just as much as Lily had.
''Hey.'' Harry gently strokes the pad of his thumb across James's cheek.
''What's the matter?''
Slowly, James shakes his head and rests his forehead against Harry's. Those
eyes. Those gorgeous eyes. Gazing up at him with concern and affection and this
times, James can't stop the words from slipping out. It's there on the tip of
his tongue. Always has been since two months ago.
''I love you.''
Six months James has been questioning himself. Of whether he was in it just for
the sex and games. He hadn't planned on saying it anytime soon, even if he had
come to terms with what he really felt for Harry two months ago. James wasn't
sure if he could take it if the boy rejected him (he did have Lucius afterall)
but day by day, it became...impossible not to want to say it.
''Are you...are you drunk? It's a bit too early to be drinking, yeah?'' Harry
whispers and his eyes are comically wide as if James had said something utterly
ridiculous.
''Drunk off you, yes. Drunk with love. That too.'' James answers lightly but
the playfulness that's usually in his tone is lacking. ''I love you, Harry.
It's crazy, I know. Not in the father-son kind of love, but love love, if you
get what I mean.'' He's babbling and he really should get a grip on himself.
''It's fine if you don't feel the same way. It's not going to change anything
between us. Trust me.'' James is lying of course.
Harry rolls his eyes and clamps his palm over the other's mouth to effectively
cut him off, ''For an ex-Gryffindor, you sure don't sound too confident of
yourself, James. I thought Gryffindors are known for their ever-present
confidence.'' The boy teases as he lowers his hand.
James reaches down and takes hold of Harry's hand in his, brushing his thumb
across the boy's knuckles gently. ''Tell me that I'm not the only one who feels
this way, Harry.'' He brings the boy's hand up, grazing his lips against the
younger male's knuckles as well. ''I finally understand what Lucius meant when
he warned me that I'll want no other once I've had a taste of you. I know
now...'' James squeezes his hand affectionately. ''...that he wasn't kidding.''
''You're not...you're serious.'' Harry states, as if afraid that he had gotten
this all wrong.
''I'm offended, Harry.'' James retorts with a mock-hurt glare.
''No, no! I didn't mean it like that.'' The boy answers hastily, worry clouding
his eyes. ''It's a bit...overwhelming for me. All these years, I've only had
Father who's capable of loving me like that. We may be father and son but we
see each other as lovers too. For you to feel the same way about me...'' Harry
trails off, shyly peeking up at his lover beneath his dark lashes. ''...it's
overwhelming, yes. To be the recipient of both my father's and your love.''
''Do you feel the same way, Harry?'' James questions, tone low and serious.
''Be honest with me. Please. I do not want you to lie just to make me happy.''
''I don't have to lie, James.'' Harry lifts his chin up defiantly, his gaze
boring into the older male's with fierce determination. And yet, his actions
are gentle as he laces their fingers together. ''I love you too, James Potter.
I can imagine my father's voice in my head right now.'' He clears his throat in
an attempt to imitate his father. ''He'd probably say, ''You just had to,
didn't you, Harry? Falling in love with a Potter of all people. A Potter!''
Yeah, he'd probably say that.''
''What did you say? I didn't quite get that. Can you...'' James is grinning far
too widely. ''...repeat it?''
''I said a lot of things. Which one would you like for me to repeat?''
''Harry.''
''I suppose it can't be helped, since you're getting old and everything. A
little hard of hearing- ack! Okay! Okay!'' Harry shrieks when James starts
ghosting his fingers over his sides. ''I said...'' He leans up on his tiptoes,
making sure to brush his lips against the male's earlobe as he repeats those
heartfelt words,
''I love you, James Potter.''
At that very moment, James thinks that it's very much possible to fall in love
all over again.
x.x.x
Lucius is pleased to note that Harry looks very much well-rested and healthy
when he comes to pick the boy up the next day. It's his first time at Potter
Manor but Lucius has to admit that it is very much impressive even if it's
just slightly smaller than his own. For a place that's been left empty for
years, it still holds much of it's allure.
The house elves are practically tripping over themselves to serve him and
Lucius throws an exasperated glance at James. Who is sniggering. That idiot.
The moment Lucius's gaze settles on both James and his son, he feels it.
Notices it. Something has obviously changed between them, no doubt about that.
''Father!'' Harry all but runs into his arms in childish delight. ''I missed
you.''
''Likewise, my dear boy.'' He kisses the corner of the boy's lips before
tucking his son against his side, lifting his head up to address James who was
gazing at both of them with a bemused expression on his face. ''Potter. Thank
you for taking care of my son. I suppose you're not all that useless after
that.''
The auror brushes off the playful insult with a loud laugh, striding forward to
stand before Lucius. ''It's not often that I get a compliment from you.
Thank you. But it was a pleasure to have Harry here.'' He winks at the boy and
Lucius doesn't need any words to know what the two of them have been up to
during his absence.
''I'll go and get my bags.'' Harry slips away and disappears from the room,
footsteps thudding up the staircase a few seconds later.
''That boy.'' James shakes his head in an exasperated manner. ''I've told him
countless of times that I have house elves to do those things for him.''
''I would advise you to let it be. He insists on doing most things without the
help of the house elves. Even at home. Narcissa and I have long stopped trying
to talk him out of it.''
James emits an amused snort, ''Stubborn boy you've got there, Lucius.''
Gesturing to the armchair, he motions for Lucius to take a seat. ''How was the
conference?''
''Dreadful.'' Lucius takes a seat and a house elf appears at his side with a
cup tea that smells mildly of mint. ''I fear for the future of wizarding world
with Cornelius as Minister.''
James murmurs a thanks to Dimmy when she hands him his tea.
''Fucking useless, that he is. What?'' Harry shrugs his shoulders at Lucius's
reaction. ''Hey, I may be Head Auror but that doesn't mean I have to suck up to
him.'' He takes a sip of his tea and makes a face. ''Yuck. Mint. Maybe you
should consider running for Minister at the next election. You're more than
eligible to run for that position.''
''I'm surprised you think so highly of me, Potter.''
''I acknowledge talent when I see it, Lucius.'' James leans back in his seat,
stretching his legs out in front of him. ''You're curious about something. What
is it?''
Potter isn't so dense afterall. ''Harry and you. Something has clearly
changed.''
''Oh.'' James falls silent for a moment. ''Yes, you're right.'' He keeps his
gaze trained on Lucius's cane for a second before dragging his gaze back up,
steely determination in his eyes. ''I love Harry, Lucius. Of course, it cannot
measure up to the kind of love that you have shown him but yes, I really do
love him. Very much so. He has told me that...he feels the same way as well.''
''About time.''
''Wait. What?''
''Harry is my son, Potter. We discuss a great deal of things and he confides in
me about almost everything. Do you think I would not know if my son was in
love?''
Lucius's gaze hardens before he continues.
''Before you fall too deep, Potter, let me remind you that Harry will follow in
my footsteps. He will bear the Dark Mark once he is of age. He will kill, there
is no denying that. Do not lead him on if you are unable to accept that fact.''
''Do you realize that you basically just told me that you're a family of Death
Eaters?''
''And yet, you still do not have your wand out. If anything, you seem quite
relaxed. I'm hardly worried about you telling anyone, Potter. You take a
neutral stand, no? Such matters hardly concern you.'' Lucius crosses a leg over
the other, stapling his fingers beneath his chin. ''But I would suggest that
you pick a side soon. The Dark Lord will rise and the Order has no chance of
defeating us. Opting to stay neutral will not keep you alive. Consider this a
friendly warning from me.''
James simply offers a boyish wide grin at the person seated opposite him,
''Don't make it sound so serious, Lucius! I've heard the stories, of course.
The rumors. All the attacks that has been going on lately. So it's true then.''
He lets out a low whistle of disbelief. ''The Dark Lord really will rise once
again. I suppose I'll have to choose a side soon if I want to live, eh? Think
he'll want a Head Auror in his ranks?''
''You've given some thought about this then.''
James slips out his pack of smokes and at Lucius's disapproving look, he slips
it back into his pocket. Harry has really mastered that look from his father.
''For quite a long time actually. Oh, don't look so surprised. I've toyed with
the idea for a few years. You know that Sirius is my best friend. We've
discussed this before. I actually made up my mind even before I met Harry. It
was just a matter of time.''
''You surprise me sometimes, James Potter.''
''Wow. Two compliments in a day. I'm on a roll here!''
''I take back my words. You're hopeless.''
x.x.x
''Should I leave you to rest, Father?'' Harry asks softly from where he's
perched on the floor next to Lucius's chair, head resting on his father's knee.
''You must be exhausted.''
Lucius takes a small sip of his red wine, allowing the taste to seep in.
Chateau Lafite 1865, the wine owner had informed him. He's not particularly
familiar with Muggle wines but had felt quite compelled to savor this.
''I'm fine, my dear boy.'' He gazes down at his son to his heart's content, the
longing in him dissipating now that he's finally home. ''Did you enjoy your
stay at the manor?''
The boy nods his head eagerly, cheeks pinking from the heat emitting from the
fireplace. ''Very much so, Father! James took very good care of me. The house
elves too. I can't fathom as to why his wife would want him to sell the place.
It's gorgeous.''
Lucius lowers his glass down until the rim grazes slightly against Harry's
lips, wordlessly instructing him to take a sip. He tips the glass a little,
allowing the red liquid to seep past the boy's parted lips.
''It was his mistake to marry that Muggle-born witch.'' Lucius sets his glass
down carefully on the table before settling a hand on Harry's head, idly
stroking his hair. ''There is no doubt that he loved her, yes, but with how
she's been behaving...I daresay their marriage will come to an end soon.'' He
pauses for a moment. ''Even if she had not lost the child, the child would
still be considered a half-blood. A huge shame since Potter comes from a family
of purebloods.''
''A huge shame indeed. I've not met her before and yet I already don't like
her.''
''You're far more remarkable than she is and James sees that.'' Lucius slips
his thumb in between Harry's lush lips. ''How do you do it, Harry? Always so
completely enticing that men like us are all too willing to do anything for
you.''
Harry wraps his lips around Lucius's thumb, curling his tongue around it
briefly before allowing his father to slip his thumb out.
''You did mention something about me having such pretty cocksucking lips. One
of my many charms, I suppose.''
Lucius spreads his legs wider to accommodate his son between them. ''We shall
see if that still remains true. I might have forgotten the pleasures that your
mouth can offer after four days away.''
''We can't have that, can we?''
Harry makes quick work of the buttons, Lucius lifting his hips up enough for
the boy to draw his pants and briefs down until they're pooling at his feet. It
wouldn't take much to get him hard, considering that he's been away from his
son for a solid four days. Harry, it seems, is entirely in the mood to tease.
''Did Potter drink his fill of you, my dear?'' Lucius speaks and Harry doesn't
answer him yet. He simply licks at Lucius's cock from root to tip, lapping at
the head and curling his tongue around it.
''Every single day, Father. In the kitchens, the living and reading room.'' He
digs the tip of his tongue against Lucius's slit and the man exhales in
delight. ''He kept me full with his cum too. Said that if it wasn't for the
contraceptive charm, it would be enough for him to get me pregnant.'' Lucius's
cock twitches at that and Harry curls his fingers around it, sticking his
tongue out so that he can tap the hardening flesh against the flat of his
tongue. ''There was so much, Father. Dripping down my thighs and staining the
bedsheets, dripping onto the floor.''
''Would you allow it then? For him to fuck you without the contraceptive charm?
Fill you up until you're heavy from carrying his seed.'' Lucius looks down at
his boy, his words wrapping around Harry like fine silk. ''Would you bear him
the heir he so truly wants, dear boy?''
Harry presses the hell of his palm against his crotch, and if possible, Lucius
thinks that his eyes seem darker than ever with arousal swimming in them.
''Only if you would allow it, Father.''
Eyes glazed with lust, Harry skims his nose along his father's heavy cock,
breathing in the strong musky scent of his arousal tinged with a hint of sweat.
He had expected his father to use his mouth as he deem fit but Lucius seemed
intent to let Harry do whatever he please for the night. With the tip of his
tongue, Harry traces the visible veins, giggling a little each tim his father's
cock twitches against his cheek.
''You have thought about it then?''
Lucius uses his thumb to scoop up some of the sticky, white liquid and he takes
his time pain his boy's lips with it.
''More than once.'' His son admits and that's all he says before he grants
Lucius the pleasure that he's been waiting for; his mouth delightfully warm and
moist around the sensitive tip of Lucius's cock.
Harry feels his father's lust-heavy gaze on him, the way he's fixated on how
Harry's lips is stretched widely around the thick flesh. ''He would be beyond
pleased and grateful towards you. Because you would be granting him what he has
wanted all these years. Giving him what Lily wasn't able to.''
Yes. That's exactly what Harry wants. To be even better than Lily. For James to
see no one else but him. Just him. He would be lying if he said that he had not
once toyed with the fantasy of conceiving a heir for James. Harry is young,
fertile and it wasn't as if male pregnancies was looked down upon in the
wizarding world. Yes, definitely no harm in fantasizing.
Harry relaxes his jaw and slides his lips further down Lucius's cock while he
calmly breathes through his nose. His father bucks his hips up and a dribble of
saliva seeps past the corners of the boy's lips.
''I think that-'' Lucius is starting to sound strained and Harry doubles his
efforts in attempting to deepthroat his father's cock. It's not easy when it's
bigger than average. ''-Potter and I share the same fixation with your mouth.
How exquisite you would look with both our cocks in your mouth, dear boy. We've
both thought about it, Harry.''
The jolt of arousal that shoots down his spine at his father's words has him
moaning around Lucius's red and heavy cock and the man swears. Harry relaxes
his throat when he feels the tip nudge against the back of his throat. His jaw
is aching, his chin wet but oh...the warm weight of Lucius's cock resting on
his tongue and so deep in his mouth...there really are no words to describe it.
Harry gags and Lucius squeezes his eyes shut, fingers curled around the armrest
of his chair.
''So pretty with your mouth stuffed full of your father's cock, sweetheart.''
And that's the only thing Lucius says before he grabs the back of Harry's head
and starts fucking into his mouth earnestly, forcing the boy's head down until
his nose is brushing against the thatch of curls at the base of his cock.
Harry settles both his hands on Lucius's thighs in an attempt to ground
himself, eyes watering from the rough treatment his mouth is enduring but he
soaks up the pleasure like a sponge.
''You'd love it. Both Potter and I taking turns fucking that dirty mouth of
yours.'' Lucius grits out, snapping his hips up with a force that has the boy
choking and spluttering and Harry pulls away, gasping harshly for breath.
''Perhaps a little bit more practice before you can take the both of us.'' He
wipes the saliva away from the boy's chin with the sleeve of his robes.
Lucius instructs his son to keep still as he languidly fists his cock and the
silence of the room makes it sound even more lewd. The squelch of saliva and
lube slicking his cock up, his fingers moist and sticky. He would get off
quicker if he chooses to fuck Harry but James had advised him to go easy on the
boy considering the amount of sex those two had over the past four days.
Keeping still seems to be quite a chore for Harry for he's leaning in a few
seconds later, nuzzling at Lucius's balls and attempting to slip them both into
his mouth.
''Greedy boy.'' Lucius murmurs affectionately. ''Potter and I have spoiled you
far too much.''
Lucius streaks Harry's face and neck with four days worth of release and he
feels so completely boneless in his chair, simply watching as Harry insists on
licking the cum off his cock with his tongue.
Greedy, greedy boy.
x.x.x
''You made dinner.'' Is the first thing that James says when he reaches home.
It's odd to see Lily in a flowery dress and an apron when he's so used to
seeing her putter about the house in her too-big sweats and t-shirts. She
actually looks...presentable for once. Eyeing the dining table somewhat warily,
James shrugs his robes off and drapes it over the back of the sofa.
''What's the occasion?''
He honestly can't recall the last time they actually sat down to have dinner
together. Lily usually ate alone while James would have his dinner at work, or
outside with Harry or with Sirius and Remus whenever those two are free to meet
up.
''Hilarious, James.'' Lily deadpans and she sounds so much like her old self.
Not surprisingly, James doesn't feel that rush of affection he once felt for
her when she's being sarcastic with him.
Loosening his tie, James approaches the table like a skittish animal would
because there really is no reason for things to suddenly start changing. Lily
carries the pot of chicken curry over to the table and sets it down on a
circular wooden block that's in the centre.
''I already ate at work actually.''
''Just a small bite then?'' Lily spoons some curry into a blue bowl. ''Please?
We've not had dinner together for some time.''
James pulls a chair out and sits down, ''Suppose a bite wouldn't hurt.''
The only sounds audible for the next few minutes are those of utensils scraping
against the bowl and it's so very awkward that James wishes he had a glass of
beer with him. Or his pack of smokes. But he had left it in his drawer back in
the office since he had promised Harry that he'd try not to smoke after work
hours. Lily attempts to talk to him about work and he tries to give her lengthy
answers but it's not long before silence blankets them once again.
''I went for a job interview actually. I got it. A teaching job. The middle
school that's a couple of blocks away.''
''That's...that's great.'' At least she won't be sulking around the house any
longer.
''Have you been to the manor lately?''
James pauses mid-bite and he's careful not to show any reaction. He's
absolutely hundred percent certain that Lily has no idea that he's been there
last week. Not when he has instructed all the house elves to keep his future
visits to the manor secret. And to inform him lest Lily turns up at the manor
while he has Harry over.
''Yes. Last week.'' He admits, taking a sip of water. ''Just to see if the
house elves have been taking good care of the place.''
''James.'' Lily sets her spoon down and hesitates for a moment but then, fierce
determination takes over. He can't help but to think that she looks so very
much like the Lily he had fallen in love with all those years ago. ''Don't you
think that it's about time we sold the manor? The house elves are doing great
at Hogwarts. There's no reason for them to be looking after the manor when-''
''We've discussed this before. I am not selling the manor. My parents left it
to me.''
''Why not? We could sell the manor, get a bigger, nicer house here.'' Lily
continues earnestly, unaware that James's mood is starting to turn sour. ''I
know I've been very difficult lately. But I've got a job now and with a bigger
space, we can consider adopting-''
James holds a hand up to interrupt her, ''Get a bigger house here? We have a
perfectly large manor of our own and you want us to get a bigger
house here?'' God help him.
''I like it here, James. It's peaceful. I'm happy here. I can't go back to the
manor, not when...''
''Well, I'm glad that one of us is happy.'' James retorts bitingly. ''Because
I'm not. I'm far from happy, Lily. You know how I feel about this...place. It's
not for me. I'm a pureblood, Lils. Head Auror. And where am I now? In this dump
of a house in god-fuckin-Muggle-town.''
Lily's nostrils flare and James knows from experience that she's trying hard to
reign in her temper.
''You never used to care about blood status, James. You knew how miserable I
was in that house after-''
''Miserable?'' James echoes in disbelief. ''Time and time again, you talk as if
I did not feel the loss of our unborn child. I was just as miserable, damn
it!'' He brings his fist down onto the table and the glass topples over to the
floor. ''You made me move here and I did. Why? Because I wanted you to
recuperate. I tried everything, Lils. Every goddamn thing!'' James roars,
allowing his dissatisfaction to rise up to the surface and Lily shrinks back,
startled. ''Sell the manor? Over my fucking dead body.''
Lily stands up so quickly that she knocks her chair over, ''Don't tell me
you've tried everything when you've let our relationship deteriorate to this
stage, James Potter!''
James rakes his fingers through his hair and he stands up as well, using his
height to tower over his wife, ''Do you even hear yourself, Lily?'' He lowers
his voice and even to his own ears, he sounds downright menacing.
''You're a selfish bitch, Lily Evans, that's what you are.''
 
***** Separation *****
Chapter Summary
     James makes up his mind.
Chapter Notes
     This is a really short update. I actually had a sort of a threesome
     teaser between Lucius/James/Harry written out but I accidentally
     closed the file without saving it!!! I'm not in the mood to rewrite
     it...so that bit will have to wait yeah :c
 
Days after James's outburst, Lily seems intent on further driving him up the
wall.
''That's just you. Always running away whenever we argue.''
''What the hell do you want me to say then?'' James snaps at her, wishing that
he had returned to the manor instead of the house.
''That I'll sell the manor so that we can continue living here? The manor was a
gift from my parents to me, Lils. Selling it is the last thing I'll ever do.''
He whirls around to face her. ''You know what? My father was right. He told me
I'd be miserable someday in the future if I got married to you.'' James stares
down at Lily with a cold look in his eyes. ''He said a whole lot of awful
things about you, Lils but because I was his only son, he gave me his
blessings. I should have listened to him.''
''You've changed-''
''Oh, just shut it, Lily. That's all you ever say. That I've changed. Look into
the mirror for once, yeah?''
Before James can further sour his mood, he stomps up to the bedroom and bangs
the door shut in frustration. Fuck. There's no way he can live like this
anymore. Days after days of argument, of Lily screaming at him and him trying
not to...hex her just to shut her up. Their marriage had been on the rock
for years ever since the miscarriage happened and although James had
entertained the idea of a divorce more than once, he simply couldn't seem to go
through it. But this time...it was different this time.
It's different with Harry in his life now.
James gazes down at his wedding ring that he hadn't bothered polish in
years. There was simply no reason to. Without a second thought, James twists
the ring and slips it off his finger, placing it on the dresser where Lily
wouldn't be able to miss it. 
x.x.x
Lucius doesn't have to look up to know who it is when the door to his office
bursts open. After years of being in the Ministry, there's only one person who
doesn't seem to know how to knock. He takes his time writing something down on
a piece of parchment before glancing up, finding James Potter standing
awkwardly before his desk.
''I'm sorry for barging in.'' The Head Auror apologizes. ''Are you busy right
now?''
''Very much so, Potter.'' Lucius gestures to the stack of reports that's
waiting to be read. ''But what is so urgent that you just had to barge into my
office?''
Potter has at least the decency to look sheepish and Lucius simply sighs,
gesturing for the man to take a seat in one of the vacant chairs opposite of
him. There's clearly something bothering Potter for the man doesn't seem to be
acting like his usual annoying, loud self.
''I'm going to divorce Lily.''
''That...is unfortunate. Though I'm certain that you think otherwise. Not to be
impolite, Potter, but I do not see how this matter concerns me.''
The tension in James ebbs a little and he manages a small laugh.
''Yes, it truly is 'unfortunate'. I'm here because I require your help,
Lucius.'' The dark-haired male leans forward in his seat, regarding Lucius with
a serious gaze. ''Lily is going to throw a fit when the divorce papers reach
her, no doubt about that. I know her all too well. I need to make sure that the
only thing that she'll get out of this divorce is that Muggle dump she loves so
much. I don't want a single cent of my money to go into her pocket, Lucius.''
''How very callous of you, Potter. I take it that you did not inform her that
you will be filing for divorce?''
''I suppose that you're starting to rub off on me.'' James remarks before he
shakes his head. ''Nah, where's the fun in that?''
The corners of Lucius's lips tick upwards in faint amusement.
''To put it simply, you wish for me to use my status and authority in ensuring
that you win this case?''
James snaps his fingers, ''Exactly. Yes, that. If only I had divorced her back
then...when our marriage was starting to fall apart, I wouldn't have been
so...bitter.'' He rakes his fingers through his already disheveled hair. ''I
apologize if I'm asking too much of you, Lucius. I know that it doesn't concern
you but I really-''
''Don't be ridiculous, Potter.'' Lucius cuts him off briefly with a pointed
roll of his eye. ''I've a few friends who are professionals in the law
industry. They'll be more than capable to assist that you win the case. Nothing
a bagful of Galleons cannot solve.''
James lets out the breath that he's been holding in, a look of utter
gratefulness on his face. In all honesty, he hadn't expected for the older
Malfoy to willingly offer his assistance. He could've approached some of his
own friends but the chances of him winning the case wouldn't be so high.
''Have you told Harry about this?''
''No. I think I'll only tell him once the divorce and the paperwork is
finalized. Surprise him.''
Lucius simply nods his head, ''I'll be sure not to mention it to him then. Not
to worry, Potter. I'll bring this matter up, so a lawyer should be contacting
you soon enough to iron out all the details.''
''Thank you. I...I'm really grateful that you're willing to help me, Lucius.''
James clears his throat, starting to feel himself get a little bit choked up.
''It means a lot to me. Really.''
''Yes, yes.'' Lucius waves a hand as if to shoo him away. ''Now get out of my
office before you start sobbing all over my paperwork, Potter.''
''I'm not sobbing!''
Lucius wordlessly points to the door and James resists the urge to do something
childish. Like...stick out his tongue.
''And Potter? Don't forget to knock the next time, you utter dimwit.''
x.x.x
''To freedom!''
''Freedom!'' James echoes Sirius and the both of them raise their mugs of
Butterbeer up to clink it together, liquid sloshing over the rim.
''Now that you're about to be a free man soon-'' Sirius pauses to take a swig
of his Butterbeer and sets his mug down with a satisfied lick of his lips. ''-
mind finally telling me who's this bloke you're dating?''
James draws his half-crumpled pack of smokes out and slides it towards his best
friend. Sirius draws one and the both of them smoke in comfortable silence for
a few minutes, occasionally taking sips of their drink.
''I'll tell.'' James finally says and Sirius straightens up in his seat. ''But
you can't tell anyone, alright? He and I could get into a whole fuckin' lot of
trouble if word gets out that we're together.'' He takes a long drag of his
cigarette before parting his lips to allow the smoke to billow out. Glancing
around briefly, James lowers his voice, ''He's...well, he's a minor. But not
for long! He's going to be of age in a couple of months.''
''A minor? Seriously, James?'' Sirius slaps him on the shoulder and James
grunts in pain. ''You lucky dog. What's he like then? But whoever he is, he's
an amazing lad for sure, hm? You've been looking perky and shit for the past
few months. This lad's doing you good then?''
''He's...just bloody amazing. Can be a little too sassy for his own good.''
James says fondly and it's so silly how talking about Harry makes him miss the
boy a whole lot more. ''He makes whatever I felt with Lily pale in comparison,
Sirius. Don't get me wrong. I loved her and maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't
allowed that incident to consume her so much, I could have continued loving
her.'' James says softly as he fiddles with his lighter. ''But that doesn't
matter now.''
Sirius gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze, ''Don't dwell on it anymore,
mate. You did everything you could. So...this lad, what's his name?''
''Ah.'' James taps the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. ''This is the
interesting bit. I'm dating Lucius's youngest son. Harry.''
Sirius actually snorts Butterbeer up his nose and ends up in a coughing fit for
the next two minutes, eyes watering as he thumps at his chest repeatedly.
''Harry? Harry Malfoy?''
''You were right, mate. I mean, you've mentioned him to me a couple of times
but when I saw him that time in Lucius's office...fucking hell.''
''Can't believe you stole him from me.''
''Sod off, Black.'' James grins, kicking at his best friend's foot under the
table. ''You didn't even stand a chance with him in the first place.''
''Christ. Harry Malfoy. And Lucius? He's okay with you shagging his son?''
''Oi! Keep it down, will you? He knows I'm dating Harry and you'll be surprised
at how well we're getting along.''
Sirius stubs his cigarette out and reaches for another one from James's pack,
''Fucking hell. But...I'm glad that you're happy, James. I know it's been a
rough couple of years for you. It's great that things are finally starting to
pick up. Fuck, this is so fuckin' cheesy. I'm going to curl up and die.''
x.x.x
 
***** We're Together *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Lucius, Harry and James have a little bit of fun together
     and more people are getting to know about Harry and James (with
     Lucius's help).
Chapter Notes
     A longer update this time round!I couldn't recover whatever I had
     written so I started this chapter from scratch. I'm quite pleased
     with it?
''Seriously. I was gone for less than thirty minutes.'' Is the first thing that
James says when he steps into his office, gaze withering as he addresses the
other two people in the room. ''Lucius, you could have at least cast a
silencing and locking charm! Anyone could've walked in!''
Harry grins deviously from where he's seated in Lucius's lap, the back of his
knees resting on both sides of the armrest of the chair, his father's cock deep
and snug inside of him for the second time that day.
''Everyone outside saw Father entering your office, daddy. No one
would dare step in.'' He's already starting to sound breathy, eyes slowly
glazing over.
James slips his wand out and mutters a quick spell, hastily shedding his robes
as he paces towards the table. It's then that he notices what a mess it is;
parchments strewn all over the surface with some of it smudged with ink, a set
of his favorite quills out of place and a stack of paperwork knocked over.
Lucius catches his gaze, a slow grin starting to form.
''Revenge is sweet, Potter. Or in this case...messy.''
The Head Auror yanks at his tie, ''The two of you could have at
least waited for me!'' It comes out as a half-whine and he steps over the mess
of papers on the floor to stand in front of the chair.
''Ah.'' Lucius digs his chin against his son's shoulder, wiry arms coming
around to encircle the boy's waist. ''You'll have to blame your dear Harry for
that. You know how impatient he gets. Always eager for a cock in that needy
hole of his.'' The dark-haired boy attempts to deny it but Lucius silences him
with a harsh nip to the shoulder. ''We've spoiled him far too much, Potter.''
Harry reaches out for James the moment the man is within reach, nuzzling his
cheek against the soft fabric of the male's formal button down shirt.
''You know that it's impossible to say no to him, Lucius.'' James points out,
leaning down so that he's eye-to-eye with his precious boy.
He cradles Harry's face in both his palms and that's when Lucius chooses to
move, leaning back against the chair, hips snapping up in a series of short but
quick thrusts. Harry's jaw goes slack and he immediately latches on onto James,
soft little 'Uhhh' and ''Daddy'' spilling past his kiss-swollen lips.
The Head Auror takes a step back, rewarding himself with the obscene view of
Lucius's cock stretching the puffy red-rimmed hole with wet squelching sounds,
the cum that he had spilled into the boy's hole earlier on being forced out
with each sharp thrust.
''Fuck.'' It was so fucking hot and dirty at the same time. ''You greedy,
beautiful boy.'' James breathes out when Harry blindly reaches for his hand to
guide it downwards and James traces the stretched rim with the tip of his
finger, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his boy's hole greedily
swallowing up Lucius's veiny thick cock with a sticky squelch.
''Fuck. I can't wait until the both of us get to fuck him at the same time.''
He takes his own cock in hand and slowly starts to fist it, spreading the
precum dribbling from the slit around the tip to slick the flesh up.
Lucius grunts in agreement, hooking his arms under his son's knees as he
instructs the boy to keep his thighs pressed together with his knees tucked
against his chest.
''In due time, Potter.'' Lucius adds in and soon, the room is filled with the
loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh with Lucius practically abusing the
boy's already sore hole, ripping out high-pitched whines from the pliant boy in
his lap.
An idea springs into James's mind and he spits into his palm and although it's
a shit idea (using a little bit of spit as lubrication), he's far too horny to
care. He steps up to the chair and guides Harry's feet over to rest on his
shoulders and it's a position that allows James to slide his cock in between
the boy's thighs. Fuck. His mind goes blissfully blank for a mere second. The
drag of soft, warm skin against his cock is simply...divine and all too
consuming.
''You like that, don't you?'' James rasps out, the tip of his cock peeking out
between Harry's taut, slender thighs each time he snaps his hips forward.
''Your Father's cock in your greedy little cunt and your Daddy fucking your
thighs.''
Lucius wraps his lips around the shiny emerald stud adorning the curve of his
son's ear, working it between his teeth before he draws back a bit, ''Imagine
what it'd be like with both our cocks fucking that sweet hole of yours, my
boy.''
James is fucking leaking, practically smearing his precum all over Harry's
inner thighs.
''You'd take it like a good little bitch, won't you?'' James adds in with a
teasing laugh, slightly breathless.
''You two-'' Harry's back is going to ache so fucking badly after this but it
feels so fucking amazing that he can't bring himself to care. ''-
are horrible. The worst.'' Lucius silences him with a hard pinch to both his
nipples, working it between his fingers until it's stiff and aching.
Lucius pitches his voice low enough so that only Harry will be able to hear
what he's about to say, ''Your nipples have always been sensitive, my dear
boy.'' He pinches at the pink nubs, nosing affectionately at the sensitive spot
behind the boy's ear, catching the faint scent of his sweat and cologne.
''Imagine what it'll be like when you're pregnant. Oh, Potter and I are going
to have a lovely time milking you then, love.'' Harry gasps sharply at the
picture that his father is painting and he doesn't manage to get a word out
when Lucius jerks, cock pulsing as he creams Harry's hole, further adding on to
the mess inside of the boy.
Harry makes a displeased noise at the back of his throat when Lucius carefully
inches his cock out, but it's soon replaced with James's.
''Spoilt.'' Both James and Lucius echo at the same time when the boy makes a
satisfied, keening sound. ''Fuck. You're so fucking wet inside, love.'' James
marvels in awe and the orgasm that hits him leaves him dizzy for a few seconds,
Harry's loosened hole clenching and unclenching around his cock in an attempt
to milk him dry.
James manages to hold himself up by gripping the armrests of the chair, and
both Lucius and he take their turns kissing Harry, muffling his sated mewls.
He then jerks a thumb at the mess on his desk.
''I'm definitely not cleaning that up.''
x.x.x
Harry nibbles thoughtfully at the end of his quill as he rereads the sentence
he had just written and then he sighs, shaking his head and dipping the tip
into his bottle of fresh ink again. Potions really isn't his forte.
''Need any help?''
''Draco!'' Harry all but clings onto his older brother who's standing next to
his chair, gazing up at him in a beseeching manner. ''Please?'' There's no way
that Draco can say no to him. ''Ah, but you just got back, didn't you? How was
it then?''
Draco affectionately pats the top of Harry's head, patting down the tufts of
hair that had been sticking up, ''Messy. But Aunt Bellatrix had a hell of a
time torturing that Burbage woman. By the time she was done, there was almost
nothing left for Nagini to feast on.''
Harry had heard countless of stories of how cruel his Aunt Bellatrix could be
when it came to torturing people, but he hadn't had the opportunity to witness
it for himself yet.
''Wish I could have seen it for myself.''
''Just a few more months before you're of age, Harry.'' Draco pulls out a chair
and seats down, crossing one leg over the other. ''Now, that aside, what's this
I hear from Father about you dating someone?''
The younger male nearly upsets his bottle of ink over, ''Father told you?''
Though they had discussed about him revealing his relationship with James with
a select few, Harry hadn't expected for Lucius to broach the topic with Draco
so soon. Especially when his older brother tends to be quite...overprotective
of him. 
''Yes, he did.'' Kreacher pops up in between them with a cup of Draco's
favorite jasmine green tea. ''Thank you, Kreacher. Oh, don't look so shocked,
Harry. Who is it then?''
''Father didn't tell you?''
''He said that I should ask you if I wished for more details.'' Draco takes a
sip of and pulls a face. ''Kreacher forgot the sugar again. Damn it.'' He sets
the cup aside.
Harry fidgets a little in his seat under Draco's unwavering gaze. He's not
exactly sure how his brother is going to reach, which is pretty much the reason
why he's feeling a tad antsy. Last time he had sort of dated Cedric Diggory
(one date in Hogsmeade), Draco had Blaise follow them so as to make sure that
Cedric didn't get up to any funny business.
''Alright. But! As long as you promise that you're going to be cool about it,
alright? No threatening him or whatsoever! I really like him Draco.'' James may
be Head Auror, but Draco is the son of a Malfoy and a Death Eater. Quite a
scary mix honestly. ''Besides, Father has already approved of him.''
''Well.'' Draco seems to deflate a little at that. He quite liked scaring them
just for the heck of it. ''I suppose I can't do anything to him if Father has
already approved of him. Are you going to tell me anytime soon?''
Harry sets his parchment and ink bottle aside lest he accidentally knocks it
over and okay, he's stalling.
''Harry. Time is ticking and there's places I've to be. People to kill.''
The dark-haired boy laughs at that and it eases him a little, ''Fine. It's...an
older man. A...colleague of our Father's.''
''Harry.'' Draco furrows his brows a little. ''Please don't tell me it's Fudge.
Or Kingsley.''
''What?'' Aghast, Harry kicks at his older brother's feet indignantly. ''Draco!
Honestly! Ew, that's just fucking gross, alright. My taste is far better than
that, you git!''
''Ow!'' His brother ends up snorting instead of laughing and he rubs at  his
shin, ''Right. An older man. Go on.''
''You...don't care that he's older?''
''Am I supposed to?''
Draco's answer is enough to make him feel relieved and Harry squares his
shoulders in determination, ''Oh, bugger it. It's James Potter. He's the man
I'm seeing.''
''James Potter? The Head Auror, James Potter?''
''...yes.''
Somewhat stunned, Draco picks up his cup of tea and drinks a mouthful of it and
it's too late to spit it out once he's realized that there's a reason why he
hadn't finished it in the first place. 
''You're telling me that you're dating the Head Auror and that Father approves
of it? Are we perhaps talking about the same man?''
''Oh, don't be so dramatic, Draco. We've been together for close to seven
months now.''
''Seven?''
''I think you should have Madam Pomfrey check your ears.''
''Isn't he married?''
Harry rolls his eyes pointedly and waves off Draco's word with a shrug, ''I
could care less about that.''
''Sometimes, I forget how scarily determined you can be once you've set your
mind on something. Or, in this case, someone.'' Draco's still trying to wrap
his mind around the fact that his younger brother is actually dating James
Potter. ''Well.'' He finally says, reaching over to draw Harry into a one-armed
hug, filled with a sudden surge of affection for the younger boy because it
really doesn't matter what he thinks as long as Harry is happy. ''I suppose it
doesn't matter as long as he treats you well, Harry.''
And then he adds in,
''At least it's not Fudge.''
x.x.x
Harry beams when Professor Black hands him his essay, immensely pleased with
the grade that he had received. DADA is no doubt one of his favorite subjects
and it's only natural that he would put in more effort.
''If only you could apply the same enthusiasm and dedication to the study of
Potions, there is no doubt that you'd be at the top of the class, Harry.''
Severus had fixed him with a faint exasperated look at that point of time,
wondering how was it that both Lucius's and Draco's enthusiasm for Potions had
not spilled over to the youngest Malfoy.
''Wonderful job as usual, Harry!'' Besides him, Ron's making a faint strangled
noise at the grade penned down in red on his parchment.
Hermione had scored a grade just below Harry for the assignment, but the girl
seemed pleased nonetheless. Harry has noticed that she's been starting to tone
down a little lately and it was a change that he quite liked. 
''Harry?'' Professor Black calls out just as they're about to leave the
classroom, motioning for the boy to stay back.
''We'll see you in Divination, mate.'' Ron says at the same time Hermione
mutters a, ''See you in that rubbish class, Harry.''
The pair leaves and the professor waits for the remaining students to stream
out the door before he shuts it with a flick of his wand, gesturing for Harry
to take a seat.
''Toffee?'' Sirius slides a bowl filled with toffee candies towards his student
and Harry picks one up, the wrapper crinkling noisily as he unwraps it.
''So. James.'' Sirius drags out the name in a knowing tone.
Harry really shouldn't be so surprised considering that Professor Black is
James's best friend after all.
''I want to thank you, Harry.'' Sirius continues when the dark-haired boy
remains silent, unsure as to what to say to his professor. ''After Lily's
miscarriage, James...people don't see it because of how he acts but he's had
quite a rough time. He had to be strong for Lily and yet he didn't have a
outlet of his own to express his grief. I believe you're the reason for the
sudden change in him then. Stupid fucker won't have more than three cigarettes
when he's with me these days.''
Harry attempts to hold his laughter in at Sirius sounding so petulant. And
calling James a 'stupid fucker'.
''I really didn't do much-''
''No, you really did. And I thank you for that. Thank you for bringing my best
friend back to me, Harry. Fuck, this is so fucking sappy so you'd better not
tell James I said that.''
''Well...I don't know, Professor.''
''What do you want?''
''Hints for the test next week?''
''Fucking Slytherins.''
x.x.x
''Father.''
Harry's comfortably stretched out on the sofa with his head pillowed on
Lucius's lap. It's a lazy Sunday for them; Harry finally getting started on the
novel James had gifted him with and Lucius poring over a book of his own as he
absent-mindedly cards his fingers through his son's hair.
''Hm?''
''It's going to be daddy's birthday soon.''
''How old is he turning? Seven?''
Lucius chuckles at his own joke and Harry thinks that his father is being much
more relaxed actually. Who knew that the older Malfoy actually possessed a
sense of humor? Perhaps being around James on a more frequent basis is finally
starting to rub off on him.
''Father.'' Harry chastises but he fails at hiding his own giggle. ''We should
get something for him.''
Lucius turns the page with a finger, ''I don't think basic manners and maturity
can be bought, Harry.''
Hi son laughs, bright and so very amused, and Lucius gazes down at his son
fondly, marking the page before closing the book and setting it down on the
table beside the sofa.
''Have you anything in mind?''
Harry idly traces odd, unrecognizable shapes with against Lucius's thigh with
the tip of his finger and he mumbles something.
''You'll have to speak up, my dear.''
Harry flushes red and he hides his face against Lucius's thigh,
''James...he...I mean, the three of us...'' At Lucius's ''Speak clearly, Harry.
I taught you better than that'', the boy clears his throat, ''The three of us
have been together for eight months now. I thought...well...both of you have
been so very good to me. I just...I'm ready for both daddy and you
to fuck me.''
''Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?''
Of course, they've been together before. All three of them. But James and
Lucius have yet to penetrate Harry at the same time for fear of hurting the
boy. They usually took turns, or if Lucius was the one fucking Harry, James
would fit a finger alongside Lucius's cock, further stretching the boy
open. That itself was enough to reduce their boy to a writhing, whimpering
mess. 
''Harry, if you're not ready, you do not have to go through this just to make
us happy.''
''But I really want to, Father.'' Harry gazes up at his father pleadingly, and
it's a look that Lucius always falls for no matter how often he tells himself
to strengthen his resolve. ''For both of you. Please, Daddy?'' Ah. The 'Daddy
Card'. A tactic that Harry brings out each time he wants something, that
manipulative brat.
It's not as if Lucius hasn't fantasized about it. James and he had agreed not
to overwhelm Harry and that they wouldn't broach the topic unless the boy
brought it up himself.
''Fine.'' Harry all but scrambles onto his knees to throw his arms around
Lucius's neck with a ''Thank you, daddy! I love you!''.
''But we can't tell James about this.'' Harry says, practically glowing with
excitement. ''There's about...two months left before his birthday. Yeah, that
should be enough time.''
''Enough time?''
''Honestly, Father.'' Harry slips his hand down to cup at Lucius's cock through
his pants. ''Both James and you are bigger than average. Obviously I'll have to
prepare myself. Right!'' Harry climbs off the sofa. ''I might need Hermione's
help for this.''
''What-?'' Confused, Lucius can only stare at his son's retreating back.
''Sex toys, Father!'' Harry calls out over his shoulder. 
Lucius pinches at the bridge of his nose and picks up his book once again. 
Teenagers, he thinks to himself.
x.x.x
''Here. A little something for you.'' James dangles something in front of
Harry.
Harry had been holed up in the bedroom for hours and James was glad that he had
converted one of the spare rooms in the manor into a bedroom for the boy. Even
if they mostly sleep in James's room each time he has the boy over, James still
wanted Harry to have a space to call his own. The room was furnished with
everything Harry could possibly need and while the boy always nagged at him not
to waste money, James could tell that Harry was immensely pleased.
''Hm?'' Harry muffles a yawn behind his palm, his spectacles sliding down his
nose and James feels it again; that strong surge of love he has for Harry.
''What is it?''
''Was cleaning out one of the rooms when I found this.''
It's simple really. A ring with the Potter crest on it hanging from a silver
chain. When James had found it in a jewelry box in one of the bedrooms, he
vaguely recalls seeing it hanging from his own father's neck before the man had
gifted it to James on his seventeenth birthday.
''It's pretty.'' Harry turns the ring this way and that, admiring the way the
ring glints each time it catches the light. ''Father has something similar to
this. A ring with our family crest on it. I have one too.'' Harry holds up his
right hand where the ring rests on his middle finger. ''Father gifted one to me
when I turned sixteen.''
''It is pretty but I think it'll look even prettier with you wearing it.'' With
that, James gently takes hold of the chain and slips it over Harry's head.
''There. Now you another one.''
''Daddy, I can't possibly-''
James kisses the boy on the side of his head, leaning down to hug the boy from
behind, ''You're mine, aren't you, Harry? You belong to Lucius but you belong
to me too.'' There's a quiet possessiveness in his tone. ''It's only...right
that I gift you with something of mine.''
''Who knew you could be so sappy?'' Harry kisses at the underside of James's
jaw before nuzzling his nose against the male's cheek. ''Thank you.''
''Now, haven't you neglected me enough for today?'' James hooks his arm
underneath Harry's knees and with his other hand, effortlessly lifts the boy up
as if he weighs nothing. 
Harry yelps, startled, and he circles his arms around James's neck.
''Honestly, do you only think about sex?''
''It's hard not to when you go around wearing my goddamn shirts, Harry.''
Harry's wearing one of James' old Quidditch training shirts. 
The one with 'James Potter' etched in bold, black letters at the back and
'Seeker' written beneath it.
He deposits Harry onto the bed and clambers on top of the boy, grinning in that
devil-may-care way of his that has Harry so desperate for him suddenly.
''You like it because I'm wearing something that has your name on it.''
''Probably.'' James admits, stealing a quick kiss from the boy's lips. ''I'm
going to fuck you silly with that shirt still on you and-''
They're interrupted by a loud crack and Dimmy anxiously peers at them from
where she's standing at the edge of the bed.
''Dimmy apologizes Master Potter! But Dimmy has come to tell Master Potter that
the Mistress is here-''
James gawks at the house elf as if she's grown another head suddenly, ''Lily?
Lily is here?''
Dimmy nods her head, wringing her hands together, ''Mistress is at the front
door, Master Potter! Master instructed that we not let her in and Mistress
is angry.''
''Bloody fucking hell.''
 
***** Unexpected *****
Chapter Summary
     Dinner with the Malfoys and both Hermione and Ron surprise Harry with
     unexpected news.
Chapter Notes
     Yay another chapter! Honestly, when I first started this fic, I only
     had Lucius/Harry in mind. I honestly didn't plan on having James as a
     fixed character! I didn't think it'd develop this much! But
     reaaaaally, thank you so so so much for reading and leaving comments
     and stuff <3
There can only be one reason why Lily is here in the manor. James is more than
relieved that he had the foresight to warn the house elves not to allow Lily
entry should she visit. All hell is going to break loose if his soon-to-be ex-
wife realizes that James is actually cheating on her. With a minor at that. The
trouble she could cause with that information is one that James would like to
avoid, especially since he's promised Lucius that he will not allow Harry to be
dragged into his problems.
''Inform the house elves to allow her in, Dimmy. I will be in the sitting
room.''
He sweeps into the sitting room and scans the area briefly, trying to see if
Harry had perhaps left anything behind. A textbook or anything that would
indicate that there was someone else here. Satisfied that there's nothing out
of place, James takes a sit in one of the maroon armchairs. In all honesty, he
hadn't expected for her to receive the documents so quickly, considering that
he had only spoken to the lawyer Lucius had hired just two weeks ago.
''I've instructed Albert that he places utmost priority on your case, Potter.
He requires no payment for he owes me a favor from last time.''
Money is not an issue for James, never has been, but he truly can't express how
grateful he is for the help the older Malfoy has rendered him despite the short
notice. James has his savings to fall back on and he earns more than enough as
Head Auror. Not to mention that his parents had left him quite a fortune as
well. Lily is going  to try to get as much as she can out of him but he's
definitely not going it to happen.
She stalks into the sitting room, Dimmy hovering anxiously behind her and James
dismisses her kindly.
''What is the meaning of this?'' The papers in Lily's hands are crumpled from
how tightly she's clutching it.
James regards her coolly.
''Come now, Lily. You were one of Hogwarts's smartest students. Besides, I'm
sure you're capable of reading.'' He mocks, gesturing to the documents. ''It is
what it means. I'm divorcing you.''
It's highly satisfying to see her face crumple in both disbelief and anger.
''James, I don't understand.'' She's taken on a pleading tone. ''We've been
married for so long. You can't do this to me.'' She insists. ''I'm not going to
sign it. I won't.''
''Face it, Lily. Our marriage has been on the rock for years. I've had enough
of this.''
''Is this about the manor? Are you filing for a divorce just because I asked
you to sell this place?'' Lily demands, throwing the papers down onto the
coffee table. ''Is that it?''
''Don't be ridiculous.'' James feels a headache coming on already. ''Don't you
understand? I'm divorcing you because I no longer love you. This marriage...it
isn't making me happy anymore. I've felt this way for years and I've
been trying to make it work but...I can't do it anymore.''
Lily's expression crumples into that of devastation, as if she can't wrap her
mind around the fact that James is actually leaving her. She had always thought
everything might work out at the end. That she'd get over what had happened and
that perhaps they could adopt one day. All these years they've been together
and although the miscarriage had changed them, it had not once dawned on her
that it would lead to this. A divorce. 
''James. Please.'' She chokes out, gaze darting nervously at the crumpled
papers. ''Can't we settle this another way?''
''Lily.'' She hates the way her name sounds on his lips now. No love in it.
Simply sympathy. ''There's no other way. Either you sign the papers or I'll see
you in court in two weeks time. You wouldn't want that. Trust me.''
James isn't ruffled by the look of pure contempt that his wife is looking at
him with, coolly maintaining his gaze.
''How? How did you become so heartless, James Potter?'' She holds her right
hand up, where her wedding ring is still resting on one of her fingers. ''Does
our marriage mean nothing to you?''
''If being heartless means I finally get my own happiness, then so be it. I
have to be selfish this time round, Lily.'' James briskly stands up from the
chair, looking down at her. ''You can hire a lawyer and bring this matter to
court, but let me tell you this, it'll only be a waste of your time and
money.''
Lily gawks at him as if she's seeing him for the very first time, unable to
believe that this is actually the same James Potter that she had married. Gone
was the caring husband, now replaced with someone so...unrecognizable. 
''James.'' Lily reaches out and clutches at her husband's arm, gazing at him
pleadingly. ''Don't do this to me. I can't. Please, I'll change. Anything.''
It's finally starting to sink in now and the despair claws at her.
She can't lose James.
James immediately pulls his arm away from her grasp, ''My mind is made up. If
you're not going to sign the papers, I'll see you in two weeks time. Dimmy!''
The house elf appears in the sitting room with a crack. ''Escort her out.''
''James!''
James ignores Lily's pleading cries, leaving Dimmy to deal with her as he
strides out of the sitting room, his steps feeling much lighter now that things
are finally looking up. Yeah, he's a certified Grade A asshole but he really
can't bring himself to care right now. There's no doubt that Lily is going to
get a lawyer of her own with Lucius's help, it's definitely not going to be of
much help for her. 
Harry's still in the bedroom, hunched over his desk as he works on his
assignments, a couple of textbooks propped open in front of him. At the sound
of the door opening, he turns back with a curious expression on his face.
''Everything alright?''
''Yes.'' James nods, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
''I haven't been home for days. She got pissed.''
''I suppose home is the last place her husband wants to me when he's got a hot,
young thing waiting for him.'' Harry teases and James moves to stand behind his
chair. 
''Talking about yourself?''
Harry sticks his tongue out childishly and allows James to lead him back
towards the bed, lowering himself down onto the mattress.
''Are you alright?'' He asks a second later, searching in James's eyes for any
sign of distress or unhappiness.
James thinks of Lily, the divorce papers and how it's all going to end soon and
at that, he smiles down at the boy beneath him.
''Never better.''
x.x.x
It's only six but James is ready to pack up and leave for the day. Now that
he's living in the manor, there's no reason for him to hole himself up at work
unnecessarily. Surprisingly, he's managed to clear half of his paperwork and
that itself is quite an impressive feat for him. Perhaps he'll ask Sirius and
Remus over for a drink or two. It's been ages since the three of them hung out
at the manor. Just as he's about to slip his cloak on, there's a sharp rap of
knuckles against the door before it swings open.
''Potter.''
''Lucius?''
James furrows his brows in confusion. It's Wednesday, which means it's Lucius's
day to spend time with his son.
''Harry's spending the night over at the Weasleys. With the Mud-'' Lucius
catches himself just in time and James doesn't bothering hiding his snicker.
''With the Granger girl.'' He corrects. ''A drink, perhaps?''
''You're asking me?'' James points a finger at himself. ''Why, Lucius. You
might give someone the impression that we'e actually friends.''
Lucius pointedly rolls his eyes upwards, ''Just a yes or no would suffice,
Potter.''
''Are you paying?''
Lucius simply turns around and strides out of the room. James hastily slips his
cloak on and tucks his bag under his arm with a, ''Hey, wait up!''
Lucius refuses to go to somewhere like the Leaky Cauldron and so, James
suggests another place that's a bit on the high-scale range. It's a place that
he frequents when he's in the mood to indulge and judging by Lucius's
expression the moment they're greeted, it's safe to say that he's impressed.
''How is the divorce coming along?''
''Amazingly fast, thanks to you. And the lawyer. She refused to sign the
documents though, so I'll be seeing her in court.'' James shrugs his shoulders.
''It'll be a hassle having to go down there but if that's what she wants.''
Lucius takes a sip of his white wine before setting his glass down.
''Perhaps it would be best to talk her out of bringing it to court, Potter.
Albert is known to be utterly ruthless in the courtroom. He's going to shred
her to pieces, mentally, no doubt about that.''
''That'll be fun to watch.'' James leans back against his chair with a resigned
sigh. ''Perhaps I should have listened to my father.''
''Have you not informed them of your decision?''
James shakes his head, a faint smile on his lips, ''My parents are having fun
traveling. I thought I'd keep it as a surprise. I'll tell them when I get back.
Anyway.'' The dark-haired male regards Lucius with a curious gaze. ''I'm sure
there's a reason as to why we're drinking together. Unless you really think us
as friends.''
''In your dreams, Potter.''
''Hey. One can always dream.''
''I'm sure Harry has told you that both Draco and Narcissa are now aware of
your relationship with him.'' Lucius starts off slowly, occasionally taking
sips of his wine in between words. ''They would like to meet you, Potter.
Narcissa has asked that I invite you over to our manor for dinner this coming
weekend.''
He feels faintly worried at the thought of meeting Narcissa and Draco, although
he doesn't show it. Harry says that they're alright with the whole thing
but still, James wants them to approve of him. 
''This weekend?'' James pauses for a moment, trying to recall if he has
anything planned for the weekend. ''Well, I've got nothing on. Do I need to
bring anything?''
''Just...be on your best behavior, Potter.''
''I'm always on my best behavior!''
x.x.x
Saturday arrives far too quickly for James's liking. Sure, he's known Narcissa
ever since their days at Hogwarts but it's different this time round. James
is dating her son now. And Draco...James has met him on a few occasions but
from what he's heard from Lucius, Draco can be quite overprotective when it
comes to his younger brother. That fact is backed up by Sirius, who's seen
Draco...deal with unwanted suitors at Hogwarts.
Right. James really needs a strong drink right now.
Then again, it wouldn't reflect well on him to turn up reeking of alcohol.
Lucius did say to be on his best behavior after all.
James had specially stopped by Madam Malkins to purchase new robes for himself.
Something more...fitting of his pureblood status. Considering that he's at work
most of the time, he's mostly in his auror robes. James is pretty damn certain
that this is the first time that he's spent so much on bloody robes. But then
again, they are awfully nice. He's even got Madam Malkin to magically stitch
the Potter crest on one of them!
That evening, he's got Dimmy fussing over him; poking and prodding here and
there, making sure that his robes are pressed and lint-free and it's all too
amusing how excited she is. She's fond of Harry, that much is clear. All the
house elves are, judging by how there always seem to be extra food and baked
goods whenever the boy stays over. Not to mention that they're all too keen to
cater to Harry's needs when James is the owner of the house. Honestly.
James isn't entirely sure what to bring as a gift, but one of the kitchen elves
comes to the rescue with a freshly baked banana pie (Harry's favorite). It's
close to seven in the evening when he turns up at Malfoy manor, box of pie
tucked under his arm and James doesn't even have time to marvel at the beauty
of the manor when he's greeted by two house elves at the front door. One of
them is sullen-looking (Kreacher, he presumes) and the other is all eager
smiles and deep bows, ushering James inside enthusiastically.
''James.'' Narcissa strides in, ever so elegant in her evening gown.
''Narcissa.'' James greets in return, kissing her on both cheeks politely and
handing her the box of pie. ''A little something.''
''Ah.'' Narcissa smiles knowingly once she catches a whiff of the mouth-
watering scent. ''Banana pie. Harry's favorite. Dobby.'' She hands him the box
and instructs him to serve it as dessert later.
''I've heard from Lucius about...Lily.'' Narcissa squeezes his hand
reassuringly. ''I have to be honest, James but really, good riddance.''
''You never did like her.'' James answers as he follows her into the dining
room, and his confidence withers just the slightest bit when he catches sight
of platinum blonde hair.
It's silly. Draco is younger than he is but the way he stares at James,
scrutinizing him from top to bottom makes him want to be on his very best
behavior. They exchange handshakes, the younger Malfoy greeting him with a
curt, ''James''. 
''Ah, Potter. Glad to see that you're capable of being punctual.'' Lucius
strides into the room with Harry in tow and the boy's face is entirely flushed,
his robes sort of wrinkled and James exchanges a knowing look with Lucius. 
Harry winces when he takes a seat, his gaze entirely too coy when it lands on
James who is sitting opposite of him.
Dinner proceeds on smoothly, mostly with Lucius and James discussing work-
related matters until Narcissa playfully chides them for even thinking of work
at the dinner table. Apparently, Sirius wasn't kidding when he said that Draco
would most likely ask him a barrage of questions. After awhile, even he can't
help but to be sucked into James's outgoing personality and soon, they're all
laughing and snorting into their glasses as James shares stories about his days
in Hogwarts (with Lucius occasionally mocking him). He catches Harry's gaze and
the boy's looking at him with such adoration that James can't help but to be
pleased with himself.
Harry and Draco excuse themselves from the table half an hour later, allowing
the adults to converse among themselves.
''I have to admit-'' Narcissa says as she regards James over the rim of her
wine glass. ''-I was surprised when Lucius informed me about your relationship
with Harry.'' She casts a glance at Lucius, who simply squeezes her hand in
return. ''Harry is my son and I love him. More than you can imagine. Are
you serious about dating him, James? He's sixteen and so very young, and I do
not want his heart to get broken.''
''I admit...that I'm not exactly the poster boy for a lot of things.'' Lucius
murmurs a, ''I'm glad you're aware of that.'' under his breath and Narcissa
replies with a, ''Honestly, darling. It's not as if you're any better.''
''I assure you, Narcissa, that I'm serious about Harry.'' Even she seems
slightly taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. ''Harry and I have discussed
it and we both agree that we should go public with our relationship once he's
of age. By then, the divorce should already be finalized. There's no doubt that
we're going to receive a lot of backlash, considering the age gap between us
but...I want people to know that I'm serious about this.'' He ends off
earnestly. ''He's helped me get my life back together and really, wonderful
doesn't even come close to describing him.''
Narcissa reaches over and lightly squeezes his hand, ''You have my support,
James. I'm at ease now knowing how you feel about Harry. But.'' Her grip on
James's hands tightens the slightest bit. ''If you ever hurt him, it won't be
just me that you'll have to answer to. You would not want to incur Draco's
wrath, trust me.''
x.x.x
''I can't believe you fucked him before dinner.'' James complains the moment
they're out of earshot, carrying their wine glasses over to the balcony.
''Really, Lucius. And both Harry and you say that I'm insatiable.''
''Trust me, Potter. My self-control is something that I have a strong reign
on.'' Lucius drawls, drawing out a chair as he carefully sets his glass down.
''Harry...well, his self-control seems to have diminished entirely ever since
he met you.''
The Head Auror snorts in amusement, ''Yes, blame it on me, why don't you.''
''Oh, the things he has planned for you, Potter. You'll be thankful towards me,
I assure you.''
Curiosity gets the better of James but before he can ask the older Malfoy for
more details, the balcony door slides open and Harry slips in. He pads over to
where Lucius is seated, perching himself on his father's lap, smoothly whisking
away the male's glass to bring it to his lips.
James's gaze darts over to where the balcony doors are still wide open, the
curtains fluttering with the presence of the night breeze but both Lucius and
Harry do not seem bothered at all.
''Don't worry, daddy.'' His lips are stained a faint red from the wine and
James crushes down the impulse to lean over and lick it off. ''They won't find
us here.''
Teasingly, Lucius kisses the side of Harry's neck before he grazes his teeth
over delicate skin. Harry writhes and James thinks that he looks entirely too
flushed from such a simple action. Lucius then grabs Harry by his chin, and
James watches with a dry throat as the two of them exchange heated kisses in
front of him; teeth clacking painfully as Lucius grabs Harry firmly by the
nape, slipping his tongue past the boy's parted lips.
''Did you put it back in then, my dear boy?''
''Yes, daddy.'' Harry breathes out, his gaze trained on James and the fact that
he doesn't know anything at all makes the boy feel even more aroused.
That he has a thick, sizable dildo with a pretty bejeweled base pressed snug
and deep inside of him, stretching him open.
''What-'' James rasps out, his gaze alternating between his boy and Lucius.
''You two are up to something.''
''Five points to Gryffindor, Potter.'' Lucius mocks and Harry lets slip a
breathy laugh as he curls up against his father.
James hates not knowing, especially now that he knows that it's something to do
with him. It seems that while he's trying to think what it can possibly be,
Harry and Lucius is having some fun of their own. The flies of Lucius's pants
are open, legs spread open with Harry wantonly grinding his ass back against
the man's cock. Lucius tips his head back when the silky material of Harry's
white nightgown brushes against his hard-on, staining the fabric with sticky
white precum.
''Fucking hell.'' James hisses and he should close the door and cast a
silencing charm but he's rooted in his seat because the way Harry is behaving
tonight makes him want to press his cock balls deep into the boy's hole.
He's eager, gaze lusty as he all but allows Lucius to rub up against his
clothed ass, Harry's own erect cock tenting the sleep gown that he's wearing.
The boy seems to be forgetting that there's the possibility of Narcissa and
Draco catching them like this when he starts moaning shamelessly, James
pinching and rubbing at his nipples through the fabric.
''Uhh...mm...daddy.'' Harry tugs James forward and nuzzles at his cock through
his pants, reaching for the zipper but the Head Auror shakes his head.
''Like this.'' James says, pressing his crotch up against the boy's face.
''Fuck. Make daddy come in his pants, sweetheart.''
Lucius catches James's look, ''What's gotten...fuck...into him, tonight?''
The older Malfoy simply smiles and it's so very sly.
The thought of Narcissa and Draco finding them like this has James's cock
plumping up to its full size in less than ten minutes, especially with Harry
dampening the fabric of James's pants with saliva as he hungrily mouths at
James's cock. He's so fucking horny that he's mindlessly forcing Harry's face
up against his crotch, fingers fisted in damp black hair.
''Fuck, you're daddy's cock-hungry boy, aren't you?''
Lucius delivers a harsh blow to the back of Harry's thigh when he doesn't
reply, ''It's rude not to answer when someone asks you a question, boy.''
''Yes!'' Harry gasps out the moment he feels the stinging pain, nosing at the
zipper of James's pants. ''Daddy's cock-hungry boy. Always.''
Lucius grabs the hem of his son's nightgown but doesn't ruck it up, instead
wrapping the silky fabric around his plump cock. He's leaking so heavily that
it's enough to turn the material translucent.
James blindly grabs at Harry's shoulders, trying to force him upright, ''I need
to fuck you. Fuck, please. Be a good boy and bend over for daddy.''
''No.'' Harry quickly shakes his head, gazing up apologetically at the older
male. ''Not tonight, daddy. Next time, I promise.''
''Shit, Harry, don't do this to me-'' But the words die off on his tongue when
Harry cups his cock, kneading and squeezing and it's too late once James
realizes that his briefs are damp. ''You little shit. You're lucky I love you
so much.''
Lucius isn't too far off from his own orgasm, the fabric of his son's gown
wrinkled and damp as he uses it to jerk himself off. He's on the brink now and
he pushes up Harry's gown enough to bare his thighs, sliding his cock in
between those firm, taut thighs and painting the boy's inner thighs with his
cum.
Harry gets on his knees with Lucius and James standing on either side of him
and he takes turns lapping at their cocks until there's no hint of cum left.
James doesn't think he can get erect so soon but he still allows the boy to
suckle at his flaccid cock while Lucius litters the slope of his son's neck
with open-mouthed kisses, teasing his nipples until they're stiff against his
sleep gown.
Lucius whispers something in Harry's ear and the boy whimpers, his gaze
flicking up to James's face yearningly.
''Are the both of you going to tell me anytime soon?''
''Patience, Potter.'' Lucius answers as he helps Harry to his feet, the boy
simply grinning boyishly at James. ''Patience is a virtue.''
The Head Auror slips his arms around the boy, pulling the smaller boy flush
against him, ''Either you tell me or I fuck the truth out of you, love.''
''Trust me, daddy. You'll know soon.'' 
x.x.x
''Are you alright, mate? Injured yourself at Quidditch practice?''
Harry thinks that he might have been too...overeager with the dildo over the
weekend. Lucius hadn't gone easy on him either before the dinner. But James's
birthday was coming up soon and really, it would be the best and awesome-est
present for the man.
He's all too tempted to answer with a, ''No, Ron. I fucked myself open with a
huge dildo and then had my dad's big, heavy cock inside of me after that.''
Obviously that's a no.
It's a bit too cold to be outside at the moment, what with it raining lately
but the trio manage to find spot that's not too damp. Harry slips his robes off
and lays it out on the ground, gingerly sitting down, biting down on his tongue
when the pain spikes up.
''Can't believe we're already fifth years.'' Ron comments, stretching his legs
out in front of him. ''Bit crazy, don't you think?'' He exchanges a look with
Hermione and to Harry, it seems as if both his friends has somehow mastered the
art of wordless communication.
''What is it?'' Harry's been friends with them long enough to know that they've
discussed something without him.
Ron mouths ''You say it'' and Hermione and she rolls her eyes because honestly,
he can be so hopeless.
''Harry. You...well, you heard what Dumbledore said after the Sorting ceremony
last two weeks, didn't you? About...'' There's no one around that's within
earshot but she still lowers her voice slightly. ''Voldemort. It's true, isn't
it? The war...it really is going to happen.'' It's a statement. ''Well...Ron
and I, we've been thinking.''
''That's not good for Ron, is it? Thinking.'' Harry jokes.
And yet he feels oddly worried for some reason. Both Hermione and Ron have
known since first year that he comes from a family full of Death Eaters and
that there is no doubt that he'll follow in their footsteps once he's of age.
Harry doesn't think he's ready for it should they announce that they're going
to join the Order or something.
''Oi!''
''Harry. It's...oh, I can't do it!'' Hermione turns to Ron. ''You say it!''
''What she's trying to say is...'' Ron looks uncharacteristically serious at
that moment. ''...we want to join you, mate.''
''What?''
Hermione lets out a soft distressed cry, ''See? I knew he'd think it's a stupid
idea. Honestly, why did we-''
''Hermione, shut up.'' Ron and Harry turns to her at the same time.
''Look, let me just...get this straight. Just so I know that I'm not hearing
things. Both of you. You intend on being part of the Death Eaters?''
Hermione wrings her hands nervously, ''I know it's almost impossible. I mean,
Ron's a Weasley.'' The red-haired boy cocks an eyebrow at her. ''Sorry, no
offence.'' She adds in hastily. ''And...I'm a...well, you know. But honestly,
with the way things are right now and the actions Dumbledore and the Ministry
are taking, there really is no chance of the Light side winning the war.''
''You two...you're serious? As in completely and utterly dead serious?
You know the Dark Mark is for life, right? There's...there's no turning back
and you could get killed-''
''Mate.'' Ron cuts in swiftly. ''We've thought about that. Basically, we've
pretty much covered every single worst case scenario.''
''Ron, both your parents are part of the Order. Percy too.'' Your parents are
going to disown you, is what he wants to say.
Hermione faintly smiles at Ron, ''Told you that's what he'd be worried about.''
''Harry, our minds are pretty much made up. The problem is...can you help us?
We obviously can't just stroll over to the Dark Lord and tell him we want to be
Death Eaters.'' Ron grimaces a little. ''He's gonna Avada Kedavra me within
seconds.''
Harry is still a little stunned but the earnest expression on both their faces
has him throwing his arms around them, drawing both Hermione and Ron into a
hug.
Ron awkwardly pats at his shoulder but he looks pleased with himself and
Hermione's starting to get a little teary-eyed.
''I'll speak to my Father and Draco about this.''
Ron clears his throat and shifts a little.
''Uhh, not that this isn't touchin' and all, but my foot's kind of numb now.'' 
''Ronald, shut up.''
x.x.x
 
Author's notes: In case any of you are wondering what Harry looks like in this
fic, it's his Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban look (I think he looks so
very yum in the 3rd movie!) Here, here (this!!!!) and here. 
And Iet's all just pretend that the James Potter in the fic looks like this 
(but somewhat older, of course.Well, it is a fic afterall. He does look very
James Potter-ish, don't you think?). Gifs and images do not belong to me! c:
***** A Little Surprise *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Harry has a surprise for Draco. And not surprisingly, Lucius
     and James are insatiable (as usual).
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for this chapter:
     Harry has the genitalia of a female in this chapter. It's only a
     temporary thing, so don't be too alarmed! If you feel like you might
     be/are bothered by it, please do not proceed!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
''Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley? Death Eaters? Surely you're kidding,
Father.''
Lucius sets his book down and gestures for Draco to take the seat opposite of
him, calmly leaning back against his own seat.
''I assure you that I'm not 'kidding', Draco. Especially when this matter
concerns the outcome of the war and the future of the wizarding world.'' Lucius
answers just as his older son sinks heavily into the seat. ''Harry came to me a
few days ago regarding this. I told him that I would discuss this with you.
Your thoughts on this matter?''
Draco honestly has no idea what to make of this new development.
''If I have to be completely honest, the first thing that comes to mind is that
they're spies for the Order.'' He admits truthfully, and he's certain that the
thought has crossed his father's mind as well. ''Arthur and Molly Weasley are
part of the Order, and so is Percy Weasley.'' He  pauses for a second. ''On the
other hand, if they really are serious in joining us as Death Eaters, they'll
be of great asset to us. Hermione Granger is smart and she is very resourceful.
The Weasley...well, once he turns of age, he'll be allowed to join the Order.
He could help find out what they're up to.''
Lucius takes a moment to mull over his son's opinion, allowing it to weigh on
his mind.
''Your brother informed me that the both of them are more than willing to take
Veritaserum should the need arise.''
''Veritaserum? They're really serious about it then. But even so, their
status...'' Draco trails off and his father gives a small nod of
understanding.''
''I have no choice but to bring this matter up with the Dark Lord during the
next meeting. Also, with your brother coming of age soon, the Dark Lord is keen
on him bearing the Dark Mark as soon as possible.''
Draco falls silent at the mention of Harry's coming of age and although he
attempts to mask it, Lucius can see the clear expression of worry on his older
son's face.
''What is the matter, Draco? Is this not what we have been waiting for?''
The boy heaves a faint sigh, ''Of course. It's...I can't help but to be worried
for him, Father. It's not that I doubt his capabilities. Harry is more than
capable of taking care of himself but...it's been dangerous lately. We've lost
quite a few of our Death Eaters because of the Order.'' The mere thought
of losing Harry is enough to make Draco sick.
''I share your worry as well, Draco. But there is nothing we can do. Not when
it is Harry's wish to be part of the Death Eaters. Is this why you've been
looking so stressed lately?''
Draco manages a sheepish smile at the accuracy of his father's guess. He knows
that his younger brother is capable of, that he'll be a remarkable Death Eater
with accumulated experience and skills but at the end of the day, Harry is
still his precious younger brother. They've always been close. He'll be lying
if he said that he wasn't dreading Harry's coming of age. Honestly, it was
enough to make Draco lose his appetite and sleep whenever he thought of the
dangers that Harry might face once he joins the Death Eaters.
''Have faith in your brother, Draco. He would be terribly insulted should he
know that you're harboring such thoughts.'' Lucius points out, picking up his
book once again. ''Perhaps you should speak with him. He has been asking for
you ever since you left on that assignment for the Dark Lord a week ago.''
''Thank you, Father.'' Draco gracefully gets up from his seat. ''I'll do just
that.''
He slips out of the study and quietly closes the door behind him. Perhaps his
Father is right. He'll drop by Harry's room first, maybe have a chat with him
and then have a long, hot soak in the bath. Catch up on sleep and perhaps get
started on all the schoolwork that he's been missing out on. 
Hopefully Pansy's handwriting will be easy enough to understand.
x.x.x
It's been three days since Harry had drank that potion. According to both
Lucius and James, the change would last for a week at least. Or two. Honestly,
those two. Who knew that even Lucius would succumb to the idea after just a few
glasses of that strong liquor that James had bought that day?
Honestly. A genitalia changing potion.
It's sort of odd. Having a, well, a pussy. A cunt. Whatever. Odd, but so
very nice as well. Different. Genitalia changing potions are actually quite
common. One could make them strong enough for the change to last for a few
months and usually, it was males who wanted to conceive that would consume
them.
The idea had come about from James, not surprisingly. Quite drunk at that time,
he had casually remarked that Harry would probably be a messy squirter if he
had a pussy. Lucius, pleasantly buzzed, had a glint in his eyes as he mulled
over the Head Auror's words and apparently, it was enough to make the both of
them aroused. Aroused enough for them to use him for the rest of the night,
passing him back and forth between them. The next day, Harry had woken up
feeling as if someone had shoved a Bludger up his ass.
Okay, he was exaggerating but still.
A few days later, Lucius had stopped by the manor with a flask of glittery pink
liquid which, quite frankly, smelt horrendous. Positively vile-smelling.
''A genitalia changing potion.''
James, who had been lounging by the fireplace, perked up immediately, ''Oh, you
managed to convince Severus then?''
''That man can be ridiculously stubborn when he wants to.'' Lucius says as he
hands the flask to James and Harry pads over to him, curious. 
''I'm both offended and disgusted that you're requesting this of me, Lucius.
Never would I have thought that there'd be a day that you start thinking with
your dick instead of your brain.''
''How did you managing to convince him then?''
''Simple, Potter. I told him that if he didn't do it, he'd get a lot of
unwanted visits from Black. Worked like a charm.''
Harry doesn't know that if he should feel horrified that his godfather is aware
that the potion is for him or if he should feel amused that Lucius had
threatened Severus with the mention of Professor Black.
Though the liquid smelt disgusting, it hadn't tasted too bad. A mix of
something fruity and the bitter taste of medicinal herbs. The change had been
instant and at that point of time, Harry was torn between feeling horrified and
completely transfixed when the change occurred. But oh, who would have thought
that it'd feel so bloody fucking amazing to have a cock in his pussy? It had
been a pleasure like no other when with Lucius fucking his pussy and James
pressed up behind him, stuffing Harry's hole up with his cock.
Harry plans on enjoying this transformation as much as possible.
Not to mention that with the haze of lust that seems to have overtaken both his
father and James, he might gain a few things from it.
Like that new broom he had seen in the window of a shop in Diagon Alley last
week.
x.x.x
''Harry?''
Draco slips in to find Harry lounging on the bed, propped up against several
pillows and nibbling on a chocolate frog with a book in hand.
''Draco!'' Harry's eagerness and delight at having his older brother home is
honestly the best thing to come home to after being away.
The boy slips off the bed and the distance between them is closed within
seconds, Draco smothered with a very, very tight hug from his younger brother.
''Did you really miss me that much?'' He teases, looking down at the boy in
front of him.
Harry has shot up considerably over the years but Draco's still taller. While
Draco has inherited most of his father's traits when it comes to appearance
(hair, eyes and height), it's quite evident that Harry has inherited their
mother's beauty. Draco has lost track of the number of boys that has come up to
his brother in hopes of wanting to date him.
''Yes, I did. You were gone for a week. I was lonely!''
''Poor you.'' Draco tickles at Harry's chin as he would to a kitten. ''Well,
your big brother's home now. What do you want to do?''
''Well...'' He feels slightly alarmed when Harry's boyish grin turns
completely sultry in a matter of seconds and it's like looking at another
person suddenly. Especially when Harry presses his petite frame up against
Draco's slightly built one, the tips of his fingers dancing across the rows of
buttons on his light grey shirt.
''Harry?''
''Father told me that you've been under a lot of stress lately. I've noticed it
too. You've been so tense lately.'' It's not an answer to Draco's question and
he sucks in a ragged breath when the boy slips his hand down, cupping Draco's
cock through his trousers. ''Let me help you, dear brother.''
Completely alarmed, Draco takes a single step back, brows knitted in confusion.
''What's gotten into you? Are you under some kind of spell? Is this some sort
of sick joke?''
Harry makes that face. The one when he thinks that Draco's asking too many
(stupid and irrelevant) questions.
''Oh, come on, Draco. There's no need to look so scared. I just want to help
you. Relieve some of that tension. I mean...with you juggling school and Death
Eater duties, I doubt you even have time to masturbate.''
Draco makes a garbled noise in the back of his throat, face burning up in
embarrassment, ''I. What- that's really none of your business! You..do you
even realize what you're saying?''
''Yes. I doubt you're into Knockturn Alley's whores, Draco.''
''I'm your older brother! You can't...you can't just come up to me and tell me
you want me to fuck you.''
''And yet, you don't sound disgusted. And-'' The corners of Harry's pretty lips
curl up into a smug, teasing grin. ''I didn't mention anything about you
fucking me. I simply said I'd 'help'. You're the one who's thinking of fucking
me.''
Gaping like a goldfish, all Draco can do is stare at Harry as if he's grown an
extra head. Or two. Or three. It's really too much to take in, but the problem
here is, why is he not disgusted? Why is he still in the room when the most
rational thing to do is leave? He's related to Harry by blood for fuck's sake!
Surely the thought of having sex with his own brother should disgust him?
''You do want to try it.'' Harry points out softly, closing the distance
between them once again once he's certain that Draco's not going to make a run
for the door. ''There's nothing to worry about, Draco.'' He murmurs assuringly.
''Sex between family members in pureblood families are not uncommon afterall.''
''Yes-'' Draco breathes out because there's no point denying it. He's tempted.
Then, he recalls something. ''But you're dating James. Isn't this
considered cheating?''
''I asked him for permission.''
''You asked him for permission?'' Draco echoes, somewhat stupidly. ''You're
telling me that you told him that you plan on doing...sexual things with me and
that he said yes?'' The other boy nods his head. ''Merlin, what kind of crazy
relationship do you two have?''
''A very special one.'' Harry fiddles with the top button of his older
brother's shirt. ''Honestly, Draco. I won't take offense if you don't want
this. I'll pretend that this didn't happen and we can just...forget about it.
I'm doing this because I want to. You don't have to fuck me...'' Harry murmurs,
once again cupping his brother's cock through his pants. ''I just want to make
you feel good.''
Draco wants it. Even if Harry is his younger brother. A minor.
His brother.
''Father will kill me...'' Even his protest sounds weak and half-hearted.
''He doesn't have to know.'' Harry circles his fingers around Draco's wrist,
tugging his own sleep pants down with his other hand before guiding his older
brother's hand between his legs, dropping his voice to a seductive whisper,
''Don't you want to find out how wet my cunt can get, Draco?''
It's possible that Draco's brain has short-circuited.
Because instead of, well, a cock...his fingers is grazing along the slit of
Harry's cunt. A cunt. A soft, warm cunt. Which should not be there.
Gathering his thoughts, Draco finally manages to find his voice to ask, ''Mind
telling me why...wait, do I even want to know?''
''Long story. To cut it short, James wanted to do some...experimenting.'' Harry
loosens his grip on Draco's wrist. ''Is it weird?'' He sounds uncertain.
''No..no, it's...'' Draco traces the slit with the tip of his index finger and
his younger brother makes a quiet noise of approval.
''It's...surprisingly sexy. You're already wet.'' He notes, holding his finger
up where the tip is covered with a glossy sheen of slick.
''I'm kind of...no, really sensitive. James tongued me yesterday and I, ah.''
Draco rubs at Harry's clit with the pad of his thumb. ''Squirted all over his
face.''
Fuck. Draco should not be doing this. He should be the more rational one! Pick
his feet up and leave. But Harry's all too willing and his cunt...fucking hell.
Draco is going to hell for this. He'll probably feel guilty about this later
but he's willing to bear the guilt for this.
''What do you want, Draco?'' Harry asks, and Draco shakes his head when the boy
reaches for the zipper of his pants.
''Just...let me touch you. That's enough for now.''
It's not that he doesn't want to fuck Harry, but he's been so strung out lately
that he's probably not going to last long enough to fuck his younger brother.
Harry simply nods, allowing his older brother to fondle and rub at his clit
between his calloused fingers, the digits already wet and sticky.
''How long...'' Draco stops for a moment to steal a kiss from Harry's lips, and
it's so much better the girls he's kissed in the past.''...is this going to
last?''
''For four more days at least. Or another week.''
Draco huffs out a breathless laugh, ''Fantastic. Enough time for me to fuck you
this coming week. Fuck, Harry, your cunt's so fucking wet.'' He nudges the
boy's feet apart and lightly slaps at Harry's cunt, and it's enough for Harry
to start shaking, leaning onto Draco for support.
''It turns you on, doesn't it?'' Draco insistently flicks at the boy's swollen
clit before he pinches it between his fingers. ''The thought of me, your
older brother, playing with your cunt like this?''
''Draco.'' Harry whines and it's such a pleasure to have his name rolling off
so sweetly from Harry. ''Surely...oh...surely this isn't enough.''
''Shh.'' He soothes the boy with a chaste kiss to his forehead. ''Trust me. It
is. For now.''
He spends the next fifteen minutes alternating between light slaps to Harry's
cunt and playing with his clit until his younger brother is a whimpering mess.
Harry isn't kidding when he had said that he was sensitive because Draco hasn't
even fingerfucked him yet and there's already so much slick. 
Harry muffles his cries and moans against Draco's neck when he comes, trembling
and far too sensitive, his inner thighs coated with his own release. His cheeks
is an attractive shade of light pink, eyes bright and his smile far too sated.
''You...'' Draco groans when Harry laughs at the damp spot on the crotch of his
grey light-colored slacks.
''You came in your pants and I didn't even do anything!''
''Shut it, Harry.'' He makes the boy lick his fingers clean and Harry does it
with obvious relish.
Draco waits for the guilt to come but it doesn't. Instead he feels...at ease.
No guilt whatsoever at the fact that had just did something quite indecent with
his younger brother. It's the most fun he's had in weeks to be completely
honest.
Fuck. He can't wait to taste Harry's cunt for himself.
''Thank you.'' Draco kisses Harry's forehead and then the tip of his nose. ''I
should really go and get cleaned up.'' He grimaces, glancing down at the damp
spot on his pants. ''Wash up and get some sleep, alright?''
Harry affectionately nuzzles his cheek against Draco's shoulder before he nods.
''Goodnight, Draco. I'm glad you're back home.''
''Me too. Being home has never felt this good.''
x.x.x
Lucius slips into Harry's room twenty minutes later, the boy already freshly
showered and clad in nothing but his silken dressing gown. Looking so very
satisfied and accomplished.
''I trust that you managed to...help Draco.''
''Mm. He was so very hesitant at first but...'' Harry tugs at the knot of his
dressing gown. ''....he couldn't resist.''
''No sane man can resist your charm and beauty, my dear boy.'' His son preens
at the compliment and Lucius finds his gaze traveling downwards.
He gets onto the bed, nudging his knee between the boy's thighs, ''Did he fuck
you?''
''No.'' Harry twirls a strand of Lucius's hair around his finger. ''But he
plans on doing so soon.'' The boy clamps his thighs together when Lucius teases
at his opening with a finger. ''Mm...not tonight, daddy. I'm still so
sensitive. James and you didn't allow me any rest the past few days. My
pussy hurts, daddy.''
The spike in James's and Lucius's sexual appetite was...well, it was highly
amusing, but the sex was better than ever. Now that he's got a cunt and that
he's capable of achieving multiple orgasms, James and Lucius are more than
eager to make him do just that. Just last night, he's got James eating his cunt
out like a starved man before passing him over to Lucius and both of them had
taken turns tongue-fucking him and fucking him, making Harry gush and squirt so
much that he thinks he surely must have passed out at some point of time.
''Just a taste, sweetheart. Daddy wants to taste you.''
''But you won't stop once you've had a taste, daddy.'' Harry points out
playfully, still refusing to spread his legs. ''Behave, daddy!'' He laughs when
his father attempts to force his thighs apart, the yearning evident in his
eyes. ''It's James's turn to spend time with me tomorrow and he's just as bad
as you are. I'm not going to get any rest at this rate. And there's still
Draco.''
Lucius mouths at Harry's shoulder, ''You taste so sweet, my boy.
Especially there. Don't you want to sit on daddy's face again? Let daddy taste
how sweet you are?''
At Lucius's persuasive tone, Harry finally allows his father to push his thighs
apart.
''Just a quick taste, alright daddy?''
x.x.x
[The next day]
''Ah, James-'' Harry tugs at James's hair and he's not sure if he's trying to
tug the male closer or push his head away. ''S-stop. I can't-'' His thighs are
quivering from his recent orgasm and James's cheeks and chin are slick with
Harry's release.
He's spread out on top of James's desk at work. Harry thinks he should have
headed straight to Potter manor after class instead of deciding to wait for
James to end work in his office.
''Just...once more. Please.'' James pleads, and Harry jerks when the male's
rough stubble drags against the sensitive folds of his cunt.
''You're supposed to be working on your report.''
''But this is much more fun than that stupid report.''
Harry props himself up on his elbows, and even he has to admit that he quite
likes the sight of James in between his legs.
''Both my father and you. Insatiable.''
''You love it.'' James wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm. ''I bet
Draco enjoyed it too.'' He leans in and flicks the tip of his tongue against
Harry's clit.
''He did and- fuck.'' Harry squeezes his thighs together. ''I am this close to
kicking you in the face, James Potter.'' He slips off the desk and picks up
James's pants, tossing it at the male's face. ''Now, be a good and finish your
work. I'll head off to the manor first.''
''Aye, aye.'' James cleans up as much as he can and gets dressed before he
helps Harry, expertly looping the boy's Slytherin tie into a perfect knot.
''What do you want to eat for dinner?'' When James opens his mouth to answer,
the boy interjects with a quick, ''And 'you' is not an answer.''
James mutters a, ''Damn it!'' under his breath and Harry kisses him on the
chin.
''That sour spicy pasta thing you made the last time.''
''Tom yum pasta?''
James nods, ''Yeah, that was really good.'' He runs his fingers through Harry's
disheveled hair, combing the strands down. ''I'll see you later, babe. Love
you.''
''Love you too, daddy.''
x.x.x
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I really am going to Hell for this.
     That aside, I'm going to start a new job soon...which means I might
     not be able to update quickly. Sorry :c
***** A Discussion *****
Chapter Summary
     Introducing the Dark Lord.
Chapter Notes
     The next chapter will be longer (hopefully). And thank you all for
     wishing me luck with my new job! c:
Lucius briskly makes his way towards the hall where their monthly Death Eater
meetings are usually held, Narcissa and Draco in tow. It was much more
convenient when Malfoy manor used to be headquarters, but with Lucius working
with the Ministry, it was decided by the Dark Lord that they would make use of
Bellatrix's manor instead.
It's twenty minutes before nine but more than half the seats around the table
are already filled up; the Zabinis, Yaxley, Dolohov, the Carrows, Rowle and a
handful of others.
''Potter. Black.'' Lucius greets as he chooses his seat near the front of the
table, trying not to let his amusement show when he sees that they're seated on
either side of Severus. ''Severus.''
The Potions master looks as if he had consumed something extremely sour,
clearly not amused himself at the expression on Lucius's face. The clack of
Bellatrix's heels against the floor informs them of her presence as sweeps into
the room with her husband, Rodulphus. He takes a seat next to James Potter and
within seconds they're deep already deep in conversation about something.
Potter, although only recently introduced into their circle, gets along
surprisingly well with most of them. Even Bellatrix, who usually has trouble
trusting those who are not family, has warmed up to him. Of course, there are
still a small minority that are skeptical of him since he is Head Auror
afterall.
The remaining seats around the table becomes lesser as the time ticks closer to
nine. The double doors swing open and the whole room falls completely silent
the moment the Dark Lord enters, followed by an all too familiar sound as
Nagini slithers in behind him. It is only recently, perhaps two years ago, that
the Dark Lord managed to regain his human form once again. He would have
succeeded much earlier if not for Dumbledore's and the Order's interference.
''It would seem-'' Voldemort begins as he takes his seat at the head of the
table. ''-that the attack led by Bellatrix and Draco last weekend has proved
effective. Sirius, has the Order decided on the next course of action?''
Sirius bows his head in respect before he speaks, ''The Order are in a panic,
my Lord. They've lost Alastor Moody. Dumbledore is planning on recruiting more
people to join the Order. At the same time, I heard from the gameskeeper,
Hagrid, that Dumbledore is planning on sending him to liaise with the giants.''
The Dark Lord seems very pleased with the update, idly stroking the top of
Nagini's head as he mulls over the words.
''Although we have currently regained the upper hand here, it would be best not
to underestimate the old fool. Even if they manage to gain more followers, the
number of people joining us will steadily increase as well. Lucius.'' He turns
to address the man, straightening up in his seat. ''I trust that your son will
be ready to receive the Dark Mark soon?''
''Yes, my Lord. He turns seventeen in a week's time. My Lord, if I may bring
something up for discussion?''
The Dark Lord makes a gesture with his hand as if to say, ''Proceed.''
''It has been brought to my attention that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley
have expressed their interest in joining us as Death Eaters.''
As expected, shocked gasps and curious murmurs broke out around the table.
Mocking laughs too. Lucius ignores it all, keeping his calm gaze trained on the
Dark Lord. There was no disgust or amusement on the Dark Lord's face, much to
Lucius's surprise. Simply...curiosity.
''Go on, Lucius. You have my attention.''
Yaxley speaks up, alarmed, ''My Lord, with all due respect, a filthy Mudblood 
and a Weasley?'''
Sirius leans forward in his seat to address Yaxley, lips slightly thinned at
the choice of words, ''She may be a Muggleborn, but I can assure you that she's
smarter than a lot of pureblooded offsprings. Besides, she has expressed keen
interest in the Dark Arts.''
''And how would you know that?''
''Because I am the one who granted her permission to seek out several books
related to the Dark Arts in the Restricted section of the library.'' Sirius
answers coolly, promptly shutting Yaxley up (for now).
Another Death Eater, Dolohov, raises a question, ''The Weasley boy then? His
parents are part of the Order.''
It's James who chooses to answer this time around, ''The fact that he chose us
proves that he's not as foolish as his parents, don't you think?''
Rodulphus shares a look with Bellatrix, ''How would you know that Dumbledore
are not using them as spies?''
Lucius makes it a point to look at everyone around the table as he answers,
''Both of them are willing to be tested with Veritaserum. I'm sure that speaks
volume about their sincerity in wanting to serve the Dark Lord. And Black is
accurate. The Granger girl is smart. That I have to admit.''
Yaxley's expression crumples into that of obvious contempt, ''You're
going soft, Lucius. In the past, you wouldn't even hesitate at killing off a
Mudblood. Now you're siding them just because your son is friends with one?
Before you know it, you're going to be a foolish Muggle-loving idiot like your
son.'' The man sneers.
Both Lucius and Draco stiffen at the insult but before they can retaliate,
Bellatrix stands up from her seat, slipping her wand out and pointing it at
Yaxley.
''Don't you dare insult my sister's husband and their son like that, Yaxley.
You are nothing compared to them.''
Yaxley's nervously shifts his gaze to the wand in Bellatrix's hand, ''Come now,
Bellatrix.'' He attempts to soothe. ''A Mudblood? Us Death Eaters
have always been purebloods!''
''It is not up for you to decide that, Yaxley. The Dark Lord will be the one to
do so.'' Bellatrix hisses.
Rodulphus places a hand on her arm and murmurs something, guiding her to seat
down once again.
Severus clears his throat, ''Black and Lucius are right. The Granger girl is
indeed...remarkable for a witch her age. The Weasley boy does have his merits
too. As of now, only three of the Weasleys are recognized as members of the
Order. Arthur, Molly and Percy Weasley. Their other sons have all taken a
neutral stand. It would be easier to persuade them over to our side with one of
them with us as Death Eater.''
James hums his agreement, ''It's the same with the Muggleborns too. Think about
it. This...hate we have towards the Muggleborns will be our downfall.'' He
sharpens his gaze when both Yaxley and Dolohov scoffs. ''60% of them are
neutral but what makes you think that they won't follow Dumbledore? With
Hermione, a Muggleborn, as a Death Eater, it would be easier to sway the
Muggleborns over to our side. Some of you may think that whoever the
Muggleborns choose to support will not affect the outcome of the war, but we
need all the support we can get.''
The rest of the Death Eaters are starting to look thoughtful now that Severus
and James have made their points. They whisper amongst themselves until the
Dark Lord demands for their attention once again, putting the topic on hold
momentarily. Ultimately, it does not matter what each of them think about it
for the Dark Lord would be the one to make the decision.
''Narcissa. Lucius.'' He dismisses the rest of the Death Eaters once the
meeting ends and most of them file out of the room quickly. ''Regarding the
matter which you brought up...'' The Dark Lord gently strokes a knuckle along
the top of Nagini's head. ''...I wish to speak to Harry regarding this.''
''I understand, my Lord. I will inform him that you wish to meet him.''
''I am...looking forward to branding him as one of mine, Lucius. Draco has
proven to be a very worthy Death Eater and I'm certain that Harry will not
disappoint me as well.'' He rises up from his seat and hisses something at
Nagini in Parseltongue. ''I will drop by the manor tomorrow to speak with
him.''
x.x.x
''Potter, there is something that we must discuss.''
James slides off his glasses, wearily pinching at the bridge of his nose,
''That's one thing that I don't want to hear. Especially on a Monday morning.''
''Trust me, Potter. Your office is the last place I want to be at. Especially
on a Monday.'' Lucius retorts, levitating away the stack of papers from the
seat and setting it down on the desk instead. ''The Dark Lord wishes to speak
to Harry regarding Granger's and Weasley's wish to join the Death Eaters.''
''And...?''
''Like the both of us, the Dark Lord...'' Lucius isn't exactly sure how to
phrase it but he has to anyway. ''...is interested in pretty things as well.''
It takes a while for the realization to dawn on James and he sits up straighter
in his seat. ''I assume that you understand what I'm getting at, Potter?''
''You mean...the Dark Lord might show an interest in Harry? Blimey! It's bad
enough that I have to share him with you! Now the Dark Lord too?''
Lucius rolls his eyes at the man's dramatics, ''Oh, quit your whining, Potter.
I would say that the Dark Lord will definitely show an interest in Harry. I'm
afraid that we have no choice in this matter, Potter.''
''Well, not that I mind or anything. I'm not stupid enough to stop the Dark
Lord from going after whoever or whatever he wants.'' James shrugs his
shoulders in an easygoing manner. ''Harry is attractive. You sure he doesn't
have any Veela blood in him? He's got blokes front, left, right and centre
fallin' for him.''
''Trust me, I question myself as well at times.'' Lucius rises up from his seat
and adjusts his robes. ''Have you gone through the documents which I passed to
you last week?''
''Err...'' James glances at the stack of papers to his left. ''I'm sure it's
there somewhere.''
''Until now, it boggles me as to why Cornelius appointed you as Head Auror,
Potter.''
''Trust me, I question myself as well at times.''
x.x.x
Harry thinks that he might be shaking as he nears the study, smoothing down the
robes Narcissa had specially picked out for him for the nth time. His hands
are trembling and his palms clammy and Harry feels as if he might throw up.
Right, better not. Not exactly the best way to convince the Dark Lord.
He takes a deep breath, exhales and adjusts his robes again. You can do this.
It's just the Dark Lord. No big deal. Just the most powerful and fearsome
wizard ever. That's all.
The door leading into Lucius's study is already open, but the spacious well-
decorated study is empty. Harry heaves a quiet sigh of momentary relief but it
doesn't last long when he feels another presence fill up the room a few seconds
later. The overwhelming feeling of sheer power that surrounds him tells him
that it's the Dark Lord himself. Without lifting his head up, Harry calmly
turns around and sinks to his knees to mirror a submissive position.
Considering that he isn't a Death Eater yet, it would be best for him to show
his utmost respect for the Dark Lord.
''My Lord.'' He greets politely, making sure to keep his tone light and the
respect that he has for the man bleeds into his tone.
Yes, this is the man who has tortured and killed countless of people and to be
kneeling before him...it is simply a feeling that Harry is unable to put into
words. This is also the man who will change all of their lives for the better.
''You may rise.'' It's then that Harry realizes how different the Dark Lord
sounds compared to the last time Harry had heard him speak two years ago.
Gracefully, Harry rises and with bated breath, he slowly raises his head up to
finally meet the Dark Lord's gaze. Instead of the form that the Dark Lord had
last taken on, Harry is greeted by someone who looks entirely human. It's too
late to stop it and a startled gasp slips past his lips.
''I apologize, my Lord. I...'' The Dark Lord's eyes are so very red. ''It was
not my intention to be rude.'' He bows his head in apology, heart hammering
madly against his ribcage.
A finger tips his chin up and Harry is forced to meet the man's gaze this time
round.
''I take no offense, Harry. It is a surprise, is it not? The last time we met,
I was still in that form.'' The Dark Lord gently grips Harry by the chin,
turning his face to the side a little. ''It's been two years and you've
grown...beautifully since then. You're a popular topic among the Death Eaters.
They speak of how you've grown and I had to see for myself.''
Harry has always loved compliments and he can't help but to feel
extremely flattered to have managed to capture the attention of the Dark Lord
himself.
''You flatter me, my Lord, but thank you.''
The Dark Lord brushes a knuckle against the curve of Harry's cheekbones and he
forces himself to not fidget, ''Your parents and Draco have served me
faithfully all these years. I have high expectations of you, Harry.''
It's nerve-wracking to hear something like that from the Dark Lord himself.
For years, the Malfoys and Bellatrix have always been the Dark Lord's most
favored Death Eaters. Harry feels the expectation weighing down on his
shoulders at that very moment.
''I will serve you to the very best of my ability, my Lord.''
''I am certain...'' The Dark Lord brushes the pad of his thumb across Harry's
knuckles. ''...that you will, Harry.''
 
 
 
 
 
***** Surprises and Decisions *****
Chapter Summary
     In which James tells Harry the good news and Lucius doesn't know if
     the news that the Dark Lord has for him is good or bad.
Chapter Notes
     Work has been....crazy, that's all I can say. It's exhausting and all
     I want to do is sleep the moment I get home. I have so many ideas for
     this fic but idek where to start because attempting to write hurts my
     head.HAHA /is being dramatic. But thank you, all of you lovely people
     out there <3
''Thank you, Albert. I really can't express how truly grateful I am that you've
won this case for me.'' James clasps the lawyer's hand in a firm handshake,
slipping a pouch full of Galleons from the inner pocket of his robes with his
free hand. ''Here, for all your troubles.''
Albert shakes his head, declining the payment with a polite smile, ''I'm sure
Lucius has told you that there would be no need for payment, Mr. Potter. I
can't accept that-''
Insistent, James presses the pouch into the lawyer's palm and gives him a
friendly clap on the shoulder, ''Take it, I insist. Let's all meet together for
drinks next time, eh?''
The pair of them stroll out from the court room, James in extremely high
spirits upon hearing the verdict from the Judge. He tucks the A4-sized envelope
under his arm. A case like this would usually stretch on for months, but thanks
to Lucius's coughauthorityandstatuscough, they had to managed to wrap it up
within a month. Ah, nothing that money and status cannot solve.
''Judging by that silly smile on your face, I take it that everything went
well, Potter.'' They're greeted by Lucius at the entrance of the courtroom,
cane in hand and his formal Ministry of Magic robes draped over his right arm.
Probably just out from a meeting then.
''All thanks to you, Lucius.'' James clears his throat before he addresses the
older Malfoy. ''I really am thankful to you and if there's anything-''
''Cut it, Potter. It's making the both of us uncomfortable.'' The Head Auror
lets out a loud laugh instead, knowing that Lucius understands that he's really
thankful for everything.
The corridor is a hustle and bustle of officers, some of them hurrying into the
courtroom and others briskly making their way towards the office at the end. 
''James!'' Lily hurries past the door just as he's about to leave, and her
lawyer shuffles off quickly towards the other end when he catches sight of
Lucius and Albert. ''James, surely you're not this heartless,'' She clutches at
the sleeve of his robes, voice choked up with emotions and cheeks stained with
tears. ''I can't...it's impossible for me to get by with just the house.''
He pries her fingers off his sleeves with disdain, ''Well, you've got your job,
haven't you? I'm sure you'll be able to make ends meet. And-'' He gestures to
the golden wedding band that's still snug around her finger. ''-you should take
that off soon. I really don't want anyone else thinking that we're still
together.''
A tear slides down Lily's cheek and she's humiliated. Angrily, she wipes her
cheeks with the back of her hand, ''Who are you?'' She whispers, tone heavy
with hurt and despair. ''You're not the James Potter that I fell in love and
got married with. What changed you, James?''
''I believe you know the answer to that, Lily.''
x.x.x
Lucius finds Harry lounging about in the reading room when he returns home that
evening. The boy is clad in nothing else but one of Lucius's black silken
dressing robes and he has a book, probably one of Draco's Muggle literature
novels), propped open in his lap. The tension that he's been shouldering since
the meeting with Cornelius ebbs away.
''I take it that your mother isn't home.''
That can be the only reason why Harry is bold enough to be wearing something
that belongs to his father. 
Lazily, the dark-haired boy lifts his head up to address the older Malfoy,
''She went out to have dinner and run some errands with Aunt Narcissa.''
Harry marks the page that he's currently at with the tip of his wand and the
right-hand corner of the page glows for a second before it fades. He shuts the
book and sets it aside, getting up on his feet to approach his father. 
''You look exhausted, Father.'' Carefully, he slides off his father's robes, a
deep royal blue today, careful not to crease it too much before he folds it
neatly and drapes it over the back of the armchair. ''James as well. The two of
you are obviously not resting enough.'' The distaste is clearly evident in the
boy's tone.
Lucius takes hold of his son's left arm and rolls the sleeves of the gown up,
revealing the Dark Mark on the boy's inner left forearm. The beauty of it
stands out against the milky paleness of Harry's skin, and Lucius raises it up
to his lips, tenderly kissing the mark. It's already been a few days since
Harry has been branded with it but the pride that Lucius has for his boy still
lingers on strongly.
''Cornelius is...paranoid.'' The corners of Lucius's lips tip up into a smirk.
''Well, I suppose one cannot blame that fool for feeling that way. Especially
after having seen the Dark Mark over the Ministry of Magic building that day.
The Aurors have no choice but to take on extra shifts.''
''James told me that the Aurors who were killed that night were all
''insignificant''. He barely even knows their names! Honestly, he's having way
too much fun.'' There's no disapproval, simply plain amusement and affection
for the man that he's speaking about.
Lucius allows Harry to loop their arms together, the boy leading him towards
the dining room, ''I instructed the house elves to prepare a few of your
favorite dishes, daddy. I had no idea what you'd like...'' He trails off when
his father tugs at the loose knot that's holding the dressing gown together,
swiftly pressing him up against the edge of the dining table. ''I suppose, if
you'd like, I can put myself on the menu for tonight's dinner as well.'' The
dark-haired boy teases.
It's risky because Narcissa could return home soon, but Harry really can't
bring himself to care. Lucius's gaze is heavy and the yearning he has for his
son multiplies.
''I take it that the potion hasn't worn off yet?'' Lucius, not bothering to
slip his leather hand-gloves of, slides his hand in between his son's thighs,
satisfied when his palm comes into contact with moist heat.
''It's probably going...'' Harry spreads his legs a little wider, showing off
the sheer lacy white piece that he had opted to wear that night. Best to go
with slutty sometimes. ''...to wear off in a day or two. I'm not too sure if
that's a good-'' His breath hitches when Lucius pinches the flimsy fabric
between gloved fingers; the black leather of his glove a contrast against the
translucent white of his son's panties. ''-thing or a bad thing. Honestly,
daddy. James and you are both horrible.''
It's endearing how Harry loves whining about it but Lucius knows for a fact
that the boy secretly loves the fact that he's powerful enough to reduce both
Lucius and James into such a mess. The boy has got them thinking with their
cocks, that's for sure.
''You complain endlessly, but you always end up begging for more, my dear boy.
Are you really going to blame daddy when you've got such a greedy cunt?''
Lucius trails the tip of his nose along the curve of Harry's jawline, following
it up with little kisses against the boy's dewy skin while he palms at his
son's pussy, intent on drawing out those lust-field mewls that Lucius loves
very much.
He continues, gaze drawn to the damp spot that's starting to form on the fabric
where Harry's slick is soaking through, making it seem even more see-through,
''Besides, if you plan on bearing a heir for Potter, it will be easier for you
to conceive in this state. The chances of him impregnating you will be much
higher.''
Impregnating. The way the word rolls off Lucius's tongue has Harry attempting
to clench his thighs together.
Harry clutches at his father's shoulders because that's the only way he's
capable of holding himself up right now. He's practically weak in the knees
with the idea of Lucius fucking him open with his gloves still intact.
''Do you think he'll want it, daddy?'' Harry shifts a little and the silken
dressing gown slips off his shoulders, the material hanging on the crook of his
elbows instead.
Lucius uses a finger to tug Harry's panties to the side, ''Why ask such a silly
question, my boy? Do you not see the yearning on his face when he's with you,
when he fucks you and how he rubs his palms over your belly whenever he comes
deep inside of you? That should be answer enough, Harry.'' Teasingly, Lucius
drags the tip of his gloved finger along the boy's slit, staining the leather
with a clear, sticky substance.
Lucius brings it up to his lips, dragging the flat of his tongue against the
sweet-salty drops.
''If it wasn't for my marriage with your mother...'' Harry's cheeks bloom pink
because he knows what is on his father's mind and really, it shouldn't be
making him feel so bloody aroused.
Aroused enough for a gush of slick to stain his new panties.
''Daddy, you know that it's not...mmm...'' He momentarily forgets what he's
about to say when his father works his pussy open with two fingers, the digits
slipping in easily enough since Lucius had fucked Harry before leaving for work
that morning. ''...it's not impossible. Oh...fuck!'' Harry reaches back and
grips the edge of the table, shamelessly spreading his legs wider.
Lucius fingerfucking him while Harry still has his panties on is probably one
of the hottest things ever.
The sensation is entirely different with Lucius's leather gloves still on, but
it's not unpleasant. Far from it. In fact, it has the walls of Harry's cunt
pulsing hotly as the leather rubs against the insides. The gloves are stained
with slick by now and each time his father drives his fingers in, twisting and
crooking them, there seems to be more slick.
''Perhaps sometime in the near future. But for now, I am content with
having you as my son.'' Harry weakly slaps a palm against his father's chest
upon hearing those sweet, honeyed words and Lucius thinks it's endearing how
his boy can still be so shy,
Lucius can't deny the fact that it is indeed a tempting thought. Then again,
although incest relationships among pureblood families are all too common,
pregnancy is not. Although current wizarding laws recognize same-sex
relationships, incestuous relationships are definitely against the law.
Unless...influential parties are concerned (read: purebloods who are able to
buy their way into marrying members of their own family). Pregnancy would be
another matter altogether. It is a thought that Lucius tucks away in the back
of his mind for now.
He draws his fingers out and a string of sticky juices connect the tip of his
fingers to Harry's cunt. Effortlessly, Lucius lifts the boy up onto the table,
both of them paying no heed to one of the antique vases that topples over onto
the floor with a ear-piercing crash. Lucius claims his seat at the head of the
table and what a wonderful sight is it for tired eyes; Harry's thighs wantonly
spread, his panties wet and his fleshy cunt so very pink.
With a cheeky grin, Harry props himself up on his elbows,
''Bon appetit, Father.''
Lucius wastes no time in pressing his face up against his boy's cunt, savoring
the sticky liquid that's steadily dripping down his thighs and oh, what a fine
meal indeed. Ever since Harry had consumed the potion, he's been much
more sensitive and Lucius had nearly swore when the boy had squirted the first
time, thrashing on the bed as Lucius pinned him down against the mattress.
Since then, James and he has been trying to find out just how long Harry can
last before he falls asleep from sheer exhaustion.
''Daddy-'' Harry whines when Lucius stops him from pressing his thighs
together, prying it apart as he relentlessly licks and sucks and nips at the
all-too tempting treat in front of him. Lucius's chin is a mess of saliva and
slick and gone was his usually controlled demeanor. 
''Now, now. You should know better that I do like to...savor my food, Harry.
It's rude to rush through a meal.''
Lucius vaguely hears Harry swearing at him.
x.x.x
''What's this?''
Harry suspiciously eyes the A4-sized brown envelope that's on the table.
There's even a pretty yellow ribbon around it. He turns to James for an answer
but the older male simply gestures for him to open it.
''Consider it another birthday present from me.''
''Seriously? Not that I'm ungrateful, but you've bought me a lot of thins,
daddy. But oh! I really love those robes you got for me. Even Father approves
of them. He grudgingly admitted that you do have some sort of taste afterall.''
Plopping down onto the sofa, the dark-haired boy reaches for the envelope,
eager to find out what the contents are. ''And-'' His grin turns sly. ''-the
panties too. Father all but ripped it off me yesterday night.''
''What?! He tore it?!'' James yelps in disbelief. ''Bloody hell, those were
really pricey knickers! And I wanted to see you in them!'' He whines, clearly
displeased that the opportunity has been ruined by the older Malfoy.
Harry's laughter rings out sweetly in the room and James can't help but to be
drawn to that sound, padding over to join Harry on the sofa. He loops an arm
around the boy's shoulders, watching as the younger male slips the ribbon off.
''Should I be alarmed that there's a Ministry of Magic seal on the envelope?''
''No, not really. Go on, open it.''
Harry peels off the lid of the envelope and peers inside, his curiosity
heightening when he sees a thin stack of documents inside, drawing the papers
out. James is restless next to him, fidgeting and all, and Harry smacks him
soundly on the thigh.
''Read it aloud.'' James instructs.
''...The Judge held that the respondent has behaved in such a way that the
petitioner cannot reasonably be expected to live with the respondent, that the
marriage between James Potter and Lily Luna Evans has broken down irretrievably
and decreed that said marriage be dissolved unless sufficient cause be shown to
the Court within seven weeks from the making of this decree why such decree
should not be made absolute.''
Silence greets them once Harry finishes reading from the paper and James gazes
at him expectantly, waiting for some sort of response. He's been dying to tell
Harry about this but he didn't want to say anything until the divorce was
finalized. The silence is a tad unnerving somehow. 
''This...is this for real?''
''Yeah, see? There's the Ministry seal and everything.'' James grins broadly,
gesturing to the bottom of the paper. ''It's only been finalized yesterday. I
wanted to tell you earlier but I wanted to make sure that I got everything
settled. It's over. It's finally well and truly over, Harry.''
To be rid of the marriage that has been weighing down on his shoulder
for years is a relief. It sounds harsh, but that's the truth of it.
''I...it's just...I mean...'' At a loss for words, Harry settles for drawing
James into a tight, tight hug instead to convey his happiness.
Any normal person would feel like a home-wrecker, maybe feel the slightest
shred of guilt for breaking up a marriage. But not Harry. He feels far from
guilty or pity for Lily Evans. He kinds of want to be all up in her fact
gloating to her about it. Hah.
''How do you feel?'' Harry asks, his words muffled as he nuzzles his face
against the crook of James's neck.
''I suppose...I'm not feeling the loss. I've lost her, but I have you now.
That's all that matters now. I can finally build a new life.'' He leans back,
closing his hands around the boy's smaller ones. ''Thank you.''
''Silly. You know you have nothing to thank me for right? All I did
was seduce you. Blatantly. You are aware that I'm the one who practically broke
your marriage up?'' It's the smug way that Harry says it that has James
dragging him in for a messy kiss, both of them laughing breathlessly when they
draw back for air.
''You're such a fucking little shit.''
''And yet you love me.''
Harry's still wearing it around his neck; the ring with the Potter crest which
James had given to him. He has two around the chain now. One which belongs to
James and the other one which was gifted to him on his sixteenth birthday by
his father. It's proof that Harry is owned by these two men and nothing arouses
Lucius and James more than knowing that Harry belongs to them.
Mind, body and soul.
''And yet, I do not regret it.''
They kiss, slower this time round until Harry whispers against his lips, ''Just
so you know...'' He guides James's right hand down to his ass. ''...I'm wearing
the green one tonight. The one with James Potter's stitched in gold at the
back.''
''You really are a fucking little shit, you minx.''
x.x.x
The announcement that the Dark Lord makes at the next Death Eater meeting comes
as a surprise, but it's not an unpleasant one. It is, however, met with mixed
reactions.
''My Lord, surely you're not serious about this.'' Yaxley protests as he stands
up from his seat.
Bellatrix glares at him from where she's seated and he flinches, ''Are
you questioning our Master's decision?''
''I...no...'' The man falters, but he picks up his courage once again, clearly
intent on proving his point, ''My Lord, they will see us as a joke. All these
years, only purebloods are known to have served you! Besides, how are we to
know if we can trust those two? This could cost us the war, my Lord.''
Harry thinks that he really hates Yaxley. Useless good-for-nothing. All talk
and no action. But Harry keeps silent as it is not his place to speak. He is
new afterall. Unlike Yaxley, he's immensely pleased with the Dark Lord's
decision and he can't wait till the meetings ends so that he can relay the good
news to his best friends.
''The decision has been made, Yaxley.'' Rodulphus answers in that deep, quiet
voice of his and it's a subtle warning for the other Death Eater. ''It is an
insult to question what the Dark Lord has decided. He knows what is best for
us.''
''And bringing in a Mudblood and a blood traitor is best for us?'' Yaxley
sneers. ''With all due respect, my Lord, I hardly think that a stupid seventeen
year old who lacks experience-'' He glares over at Harry, who is trying very
best not to roll his eyes. ''-knows what is best for us.''
''Watch your mouth, Yaxley.'' Draco snarls, his fingers tightening around his
wand. ''It would do good for you to know your place before you attempt to
speak.''
Sirius addresses the other Death Eater with an expression of barely concealed
disgust, ''Yes, do know your place, Yaxley. The Malfoys have served the Dark
Lord with utmost loyalty all these years. They've done than you have possibly
managed to achieve. It is as what Rodulphus says. The Dark Lord knows what is
best for us and for the upcoming war.''
''I do not see how a filthy Mudblood is capable of helping us-''
''That is enough, Yaxley.'' The Dark Lord hisses in a chilling tone, looking
utterly displeased and regarding Yaxley with a look as if he's some sort of
vermin at the table. ''I will not have you question my decisions or insult
Lucius and his family. If you do not wish to end up as Nagini's dinner, I
suggest that you sit down and keep your worthless comments to yourself.''
Nagini hisses viciously in response, her beady eyes trained at the Death Eater
and he has no choice but to sit down, clearly not wanting to end up as the
snake's dinner. It's certainly a fate that none wishes to meet.
''It is true that only purebloods have served me all these years.'' The Dark
Lord continues, regarding each and every one of them, and Harry resists the
urge to fidget in his seat when those red eyes fall upon him. ''However, this
is a war that we must win. For that to happen, certain changes will have to
take place. We cannot afford to have the Muggleborns become followers of
Dumbledore. I have failed once and I do not wish for history to repeat itself.
I believe that the with and her friend will be of much use to us. They will
receive the Dark Mark when the time comes.''
The Dark Lord's words are final and anyone sane enough knows better than to
argue with Voldemort himself. By the end of the meeting, Yaxley
is still seething and he rudely brushes past Lucius, making sure to knock
against the male's shoulder.
''What the hell crawled up his ass?''
Sirius makes a face at Yaxley's retreating back, ''Jealous. With Bellatrix and
Lucius closest to the Dark Lord, Yaxley has no chance of becoming one of his
favored Death Eaters. Not to mention that his son's a bloody useless clotpole
too. A far cry from Draco and you. I'm telling you, he's going to get himself
killed one day.''
''Lucius, I would like to have a word with you.'' The Dark Lord stands up and
Nagini slithers over to where Sirius is, coiling around his left leg
affectionately.
Lucius excuses himself from Bellatrix, Rodolphus and his brother, briskly
making his way over towards the vacant study next to the meeting room.
''My Lord?''
Voldemort gestures to the armchair opposite of him and Lucius takes a seat.
It's odd, and some might think otherwise, but Lucius thinks that it's actually
much more nerve-wracking to face the Dark Lord in his human form.
''The attack that Harry and Draco led two nights ago...I have to say that I'm
tremendously impressed, Lucius. Draco has always been magnificent but together
with Harry, I dare say that they're unstoppable.'' One might think that the
Dark Lord does not pay attention to his Death Eaters but he knows and
he observes. ''While Draco has more of a strategic mind, Harry is particularly
skilled in dueling. Perhaps it is time that you have Bellatrix or Sirius train
him in using the Unforgivable Curses.''
Lucius nods his agreement, folding his hands on top of his thigh, ''As you
wish, my Lord.'' He hesitates for a moment before continuing. ''My Lord, I
apologize if Harry's suggestion for his friends to join us as Death Eaters has
caused a rift between you and...a handful of them.''
''Now, Lucius. Do you really think that I care what they think of me? What I
care about is the war. My powers diminished greatly the first time I was
defeated and I cannot afford that this time round. Attempting to regain my
human form was not easily achievable. Though I'm hardly keen of the idea of
introducing a Muggleborn into our ranks, I have to admit that it is crucial we
have their support. Dumbledore may be an old fool, but he's not entirely
useless. It would not do us good to underestimate him.'' The Dark Lord cocks
his head to the side slightly. ''However, this is not what I wish to speak to
you about.''
''Speak your mind, my Lord.''
''What I wish to know is that...why does young Harry smell so very fertile,
Lucius?''
The question takes Lucius off-guard for a good ten seconds.
''A genitalia changing potion, my Lord.'' Lucius manages to offer as an answer
once he finally gathers his wits. ''As you are aware, Harry is in a...open
relationship with James Potter and myself. We had him consume a genitalia
changing for our own...well, I'm sure you understand. It seems that Severus
might have brewed it a tad too strong.''
''Ah, I see.'' The Dark Lord's initial curiosity is now replaced with
thoughtfulness. ''I have been wondering about that ever since I came by your
Manor to speak with Harry. And how is it, Lucius?''
''I'm sorry, my Lord...but are you actually-''
''Come now. Humor me, Lucius.'' Voldemort reclines back against the seat.
''It is...'' Lucius swallows, his throat dry all of a sudden. ''It is a
pleasure like no other, my Lord. Truly divine and all I can say is that it is
enough to overwhelm the most powerful of men, my Lord. Perhaps I may sound
biased for Harry is my son, but you would want no other after having a taste of
him.''
''And who else has your son spread his legs for, Lucius?''
It is not an insult, but merely simple curiosity.
''Apart from James Potter and I, Draco as well, my Lord. My Lord, it may not be
my place to ask you this, but is there a reason why...'' He's not exactly sure
how to phrase his question without getting himself Crucio-ed.
The Dark Lord laughs, but it's not a mocking sort of laugh.
''Why the sudden interest? I suppose I will be honest with you, Lucius. You,
apart from Bellatrix, are the only I can trust. I wish for a heir, Lucius. It
has been said, though I do not know how credible it is, that only the youngest
child coming from a pureblood family is capable of bearing me one. There is no
doubt that that there are more than enough of my followers who are all too
willing to offer me their sons and daughters, Lucius, but I do not trust them.
There are those who pledge their undying loyalty to me but are plotting to take
over my throne. You and your family, on the other hand, have served me
faithfully all these years. Even when I lost my powers after the first war. You
have sacrificed and done a great deal of things for me, but perhaps, I have
another request to ask of you as your Dark Lord.''
A pause.
''I wish for Harry to bear me a heir, Lucius.''
***** A Heir *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry makes his decision.
Chapter Notes
     Another chapter since I probably won't be able to update until next
     weekend.This story just keeps getting more and more complicated,
     don't you think? Honestly, I have no idea how this even progressed
     from just Harry/Lucius to Harry/James and now with slight!Draco/Harry
     and tadaaah, Voldemort/Harry. I don't even think Hell wants me
     now.HAHAHA.
''A heir?''
''Yes, a heir. The Dark Lord wishes for Harry to bear him one. It is said that
only the youngest child of a pureblood family is capable of bearing him a heir.
He does not trust others, Narcissa. I suppose that is one of the reasons why he
has approached us regarding this.''
Bellatrix reaches over to squeeze her sister's hand when she sees just how
helpless Narcissa looks, ''It will be an honor like no other, my dear sister.
The Dark Lord has always wanted a heir to call his own. Harry-'' She directs a
fond smile at him over the table. ''-is the best person for this.''
''But Father, Harry...he's only seventeen.'' Draco stresses out, casting a
worried look at his younger brother. ''Male pregnancies are not all that
common. I am sure that you're aware of the fact that it may come with
complications. The chances of it happening are low...but still.''
''The younger he is, the more fertile he will be, Draco. The chances are much
higher that way. Also, the Dark Lord will ensure that your brother will be
cared for in the best way possible.'' He assures his older son before turning
his attention to Harry. ''Harry, I understand that this may come as a shock for
you. The Dark Lord is not going to force this upon you if you do not wish it.
It is entirely up to you.''
Lucius may not look as if he is worried but deep down, he is aware of the
problems that his son might encounter should he wish to take the risk. 
Harry has to agree with his Aunt Bellatrix. To bear an heir for the Dark Lord,
the most powerful man alive, would be an honor like no other. At the same time,
while same-sex marriages are common in the wizarding world, the percentage of
male pregnancies are much lower. Most couples usually prefer to adopt since
attempting a natural birth could result in complications. Those who opt for
that would be highly recommended to take a long-term genitalia changing potion
that would only wear off only after the baby has been delivered safely.
''James.'' Narcissa switches her attention to the Head Auror. ''What do you
think of this?''
''When Lucius informed me that Dark Lord will most definitely show an interest
in Harry, I had no idea that it would lead to this.'' James answers truthfully.
''I can't say that I'm not worried. Male pregnancies can be risky. Moreover,
Harry is young and we do not know if his body will be able to take the Dark
Lord's magic. But at the end of the day, it is not my decision to make,
Narcissa. But trust me when I say that what I feel for Harry will not change
should he decide to go for it.'' He adds in, placing a hand on Harry's knee to
squeeze it affectionately. ''The fact that the Dark Lord has chosen Harry out
of all others speaks volume. For if it was me, I would want no other person but
Harry to be the one carrying my child.''
Harry is aware that it's not exactly easy for James to be this understanding
about the matter. With his divorce finalized, the both of them had discussed
about going public with the relationship. If Harry decides to bear an heir for
the Dark Lord, whatever plans they had will have to be put on hold. At the same
time, to be completely honest, Harry had already made up his mind the moment
Lucius had relayed the news to them. In a way, he wanted to prove his worth.
The mere idea of being the one to conceive the Dark Lord's child made him all
hot and tingly under the collar. Only a fool would deny such an opportunity and
what a truly wonderful opportunity it was.
For out of all the other pureblooded sons and daughters, the Dark Lord had
singled him out. The Malfoys were not the only ones loyal to the Dark Lord. He
could have his pick of who he wanted for this task. James reaches over for his
hand and laces their fingers together and Harry looks at him straight in the
eye, searching.
I understand, Harry.
''I've made up my mind, Father. I will bear an heir for the Dark Lord.''
x.x.x
Draco sits down on the edge of the mattress as he watches Harry get ready for
bed, his handsome face pinched with slight exasperation.
''Harry, are you really sure about this? You're so...young and James is right.
We have no idea if you body is going to be able to take it. This is the Dark
Lord that we're talking about. His magic is greater than all of ours
combined.''
The raven-haired teenager slips over to his older brother and perches himself
in Draco's lap. Draco, used to his brother being all touchy-feely, simply
scoots back a little before wrapping his arms securely around his younger
brother. In all honesty, Draco could see why the Dark Lord had singled his
brother out. Just like Lucius, James, Draco and all the men out there who had
the fortune to lay his eyes on Harry, the Dark Lord saw it in him. Perhaps it
was the way that Harry carried himself; all coy confidence and mild seduction.
''Draco, I know you're worried, but trust me, I really want this. I know it
sounds crazy. But one of the reasons why I'm doing this is also for our family,
Draco.''
Resigned, Draco simply pinches at his brother's cheek, ''It's impossible to
talk you out of anything once you've made up your mind. Granger was right. Us
Malfoys are known for our 'pig-headedness'. Fucking hell, can't believe I just
quoted her.'' He grumbles under his breath.
Without a warning whatsoever, Draco swiftly adjusts their position so that
Harry's back is flat against the mattress and he's on top of the younger boy.
''Fuck. I'm not going to be able to fuck you once you're pregnant with his
child.''
''Seriously, Draco. It's only going to be nine months. Besides, you've survived
all these years. I'm sure your dick isn't going to shrivel up and die.'' Harry
teases, half-heartedly punching his older brother in the shoulder.
Draco slips an arm under Harry's head, ''That was before I found out what a
slutty little minx you are. Nine months, Harry. If you think that the Dark Lord
is possessive over Nagini, imagine what it's going to be like when you're
carrying his child. He's probably going to Avada Kedavra anyone who dares to
aggravate you. And then feed them to Nagini.''
Harry toys with the buttons of his brother's shirt, circling it with the tip of
his finger before popping the first one open, ''What happened to the person who
was so hesitant at first about fucking me?'' He writhes and giggles when his
older brother tickles his sides in response.
''That was before I got to know about Father and you. If I hadn't arrived home
early that day, I wouldn't have known that the two of you have been doing for
years. I mean, I have to admit...it was a huge shock.''
''You were so awkward around me that week.'' Harry recalls, bubbling with
laughter at the memory. ''But Father and James don't mind, you know that,
right?'' He asks, cupping Draco's cheeks in his palms. ''I know it's dirty ,
but that's why it feels so amazing. To be able to please both my father and
brother in this way.''
Draco knows that the love and affection that he holds for Harry is still
brotherly. It's not the same kind of love that both Lucius and James have for
the boy. It's a little bit complicated to explain and it's a whole lot messed-
up, but Draco isn't too bothered by it. Especially after he had accidentally
walked in on his Father fucking Harry on the dining table that one night.
Lucius had barely seemed fazed at all while Draco stood in the
doorway gawking at the sight before him.
At that point of time, Harry had been so far gone that he hadn't realized Draco
was there. He could have picked his feet up and left, pretend that he
saw nothing but Draco was rooted to the spot. Burning with a mixture of shame
and arousal as he watched his younger brother get fucked by their father.
''I am certain that there are question that you wish to ask me, Draco.''
Draco has no idea what to ask really. Yes. Questions. Lots of it. How did this
start? When did it begin? How long has it been going on? He's far too
embarrassed to look at his father in the eye but when he finally musters up the
courage to do so, Draco finds that Lucius actually looks...well, amused. At
ease, as well, considering the fact that his oldest son had just walked in on
him fucking Harry two hours ago.
''Is...is Harry okay with this?'' That's the first question that pops out of
his mouth.
Lucius, who's pouring himself a glass of strong whiskey, pauses, ''Harry is a
consenting party in this relationship, Draco. Rape is beyond me, I assure you.
I would not force myself upon my own son against his will.''
Right. Stupid question. Of course Lucius wouldn't. He wouldn't risk everything.
Besides, Harry had seemed all too willing afterall. Pleading and mewling and
begging for Lucius to fuck him harder. Faster. Merlin, best not think about
that for now. Draco finally takes a seat and his father holds out a glass
towards him, which he gratefully accepts.
''How did it...how long has this been going on?'' He's not being his usual
articulate self, but Draco is certain that Lucius will overlook it this time
round.
It's not always that you walk in on your father and brother having sex.
Swirling the amber liquid in his glass, Lucius remains silent for a moment
before he answers, ''Since your brother turned fourteen. It was supposed to
remain a one-time affair, but he offered himself to me and who was I to resist
such beautiful temptation?'' Silence. ''Are you disgusted with me, Draco?''
Disgust? No. Not when Draco had allowed himself to be seduced by Harry. Not
when he himself had harbored thoughts of doing all sort of inappropriate things
with his brother.
''I can't say that I am, Father.'' Draco clutches at his glass tightly.
''Harry...he is very attractive. He...well...'' He takes a quick sip of the
drink and the liquid leaves a faint burning sensation down his throat. ''I have
touched him, Father. Inappropriately. A few times.'' Draco admits. ''But I have
yet to f-'' He can't bring himself to say the word 'fuck' so openly in front of
his father. ''I have yet to bed him.''
It's weird to be discussing this so casually with his father. It's as if
they're discussing the weather for god's sake.
''And how was it, Draco? Allowing yourself to succumb to such temptation?''
Quietly, Draco mulls over his father's questions, recalling the few occasions
that he had allowed himself to indulge. Harry sucking his cock while Draco
fingerfucked him in the ass or worked a dildo inside of him. Burying his face
in between his brother's pert ass cheeks in the Slytherin common room when
there had been no one else around. It was so much more different than when he
had fooled around with other people.
''It didn't feel dirty or wrong. It's...I can't exactly describe it, Father.
Harry makes me feel good and relaxed, and that's all there is to it. It's
not...complicated or anything. Well, perhaps a little.'' Draco heaves a quiet
sigh. ''I feel like I should feel disgusted that I'm sexually attracted to him.
The problem is...I'm not. Disgusted, that is.''
Their conversation had stretched on for hours and by the end of it, Draco had
felt infinitely better about it. It was still difficult to wrap his mind around
the fact that Lucius had that sort of relationship with his brother, but it was
the same for Draco as well, wasn't it? Like Lucius, he was sexually attracted
to his own brother.
''What are you thinking about?'' Harry asks, poking at the spot where Draco's
brows are furrowed together.
''That I'm a very horrible big brother who doesn't feel all that bad about
fucking you.'' Draco answers, kissing his brother fondly on the tip of his
nose. ''And that I shouldn't worry so much. The Dark Lord is going to ensure
that you have the best care possible. And-'' He continues, shamelessly groping
at his brother's ass through his short sleep shorts. ''-I'm thinking that you
should turn over and let your older brother fuck this gorgeous ass of yours.
Since the next time I'm going to go near it is nine months later.''
x.x.x
Extremely grumpy and hungry (quite a lethal combination), James is the first to
leave the meeting room once the meeting with Cornelius ends. Meetings, meetings
and more meetings. While it does not bode well for the Ministry of Magic, it's
wonderful news for the Death Eaters. The Ministry and the Order are panicking
at all the recent attacks that have been launched recently. What more with the
news that the giants have refused to cooperate with Dumbledore. Sirius had
informed James that he was going to go crazy being cooped up at Order
Headquarters every damn day.
He hurries down the corridor, ignoring the greetings directed his way and at
least most of them are smart enough to realize that he's not exactly in the
best of moods. He catches Lucius stepping off the elevator and judging by the
expression on the older Malfoy's face, he can only be here for one thing.
''Judging by how often I keep seeing you here, Cornelius is finally going off
his rocker eh?''
With the elections coming up soon and the threat of the upcoming war, Cornelius
Fudges is slowly becoming highly strung up. The Daily Prophet has been printing
article after article detailing his incompetence on dealing with the threats
and it seems that the man is slowly starting to unravel at the seams. James
knows for a fact that Lucius has been paying (and threatening) them to write
such articles. With the wizarding world slowly losing their faith in Cornelius
Fudge, there is no doubt that he would easily enough manage to replace the man
as Minister at the upcoming elections.
''He acts like a child that needs to be reassured that everything is going to
be alright. Pathetic.''
''Well, you won't have to worry about him anymore once you're Minister.'' James
shrugs off his work robes and drapes it over his arm, glancing up when the
elevator dings. ''Right, good luck dealing with him then.''
James intends on locking himself up in the office for the rest of the day so
that no one else can disturb him. He eyes his office door with a sense of
trepidation when he sees that it's partially open. To his relief, it's only
Harry that he finds inside.
''What are you doing here? Don't you have classes?''
''Holidays, remember?'' Harry tugs James down by his tie to give him a proper
kiss on the lips, licking and mapping the insides of his lover's mouth. ''Mm,
spearmint. Let me guess...meeting with a lot of higher-ups?''
''Fudge and a couple of Directors.'' James nudges his nose against Harry's.
''You have no idea how glad I am that you're here, but I'm afraid that I won't
be much fun today. I've got to head down to the other Departments to settle
some nonsense that someone else fucked up. And there's a report which I have no
choice but to complete by today. God, I sound so boring and responsible.''
''Oh, the horror.'' Harry laughs, combing his fingers through the messy strands
of James's hair. ''It's fine, daddy. I actually stopped by to drop off the
lunch that Mother cooked. I told her to cook your share as well.'' He glances
over at the containers stacked on the table. ''Don't forget to eat them,
alright? And for god's sake, get some proper sleep when you can.''
James has been with Harry long enough (in his opinion) to know when something
is bothering his lover. He had noticed it since a few days ago but hadn't
wanted to press since he knows the boy will approach him when the time comes.
But if James wants a peace of mind while he works, James really needs to know
what's wrong.
''Alright, Harry Malfoy.'' James tries to stern as sound as possible, using his
Head Auror voice. The one that has most of his Aurors cowering. ''What's the
matter? Don't bother lying to me. Something is bothering you.'' Harry, on the
other hand, doesn't look the slightest bit afraid. Malfoys. ''But seriously.''
He softens a little, cupping Harry by his nape. ''Tell daddy what's bothering
you, love. Is it me? I know I haven't been around lately-''
''No. No, it's not that.'' The raven-haired male shakes his head hastily.
''It's just...'' Harry purses his lips together, regarding James with a
conflicted expression. ''I guess I've been thinking too much recently. Are
you...are you really alright with it? Me bearing the Dark Lord a heir?''
Nervously, he toys with the rings hanging around his neck. ''I know that we
discussed about going public with our relationship but with this, we'll have to
put it off for awhile. Am I being far too selfish, James?''
''Oh, Harry.'' James tweaks at the boy's nose between his fingers, eliciting a
yelp. ''So this is what that's been bugging you?'' The boy nods his head. ''I
said it, didn't I? I respect whatever decisions that you think is best for you
and for your family. I mean, I can't say that I'm not worried. But I know you
better than you think. You're going to resent me if I talk you out of it. We
have a whole lifetime ahead of us, love. There's no rush. So stop worrying that
pretty little head of yours. Now, give daddy a smile.''
Obviously relieved, Harry manages a watery smile and he hides in face against
James's shoulder when the male draws him in for a hug.
''Think there's time for us to slot a quickie in?''
''James!'
x.x.x
''Father.'' Harry stops in his tracks the moment they reach the iron-wrought
gates of Bellatrix's manor. ''I'm...scared.''
Growing up, both Draco and Harry have learnt not to show their weaknesses in
front of others. But at this exact moment, Harry can't help but to feel like
he's stepping into a completely foreign territory. Something which he doesn't
have control of.
This isn't Lucius or James. Or Draco.
Lucius closes his gloved fingers over his son's shoulders, ''It is fine to be
scared, Harry. But remember, all of us are so very proud of you, my boy.''
Lucius would have liked to comfort his boy with a kiss but it's out of the
question since they're outside. With Death Eaters walking in and out of the
place, anyone could catch them.
The gates swing open and they're greeted by Bellatrix at the front door.
''My, Harry, you're certainly dressed to impress tonight.''
Harry offers both his cheeks for Aunt Bellatrix to kiss and the woman leads him
through the confusing maze that is actually her manor. Glancing over his
shoulder, he manages to catch the comforting smile that his father directs at
him. They arrive at one of the rooms and Bellatrix fusses over him for a little
bit. She smoothes down his robes, a deep burgundy color that Narcissa and
specially picked out for him.
''The Dark Lord is waiting inside. Harry, I honestly cannot express how proud I
am of you.'' Bellatrix gently kisses him on the forehead and squeezes his arm
in an affectionate gesture. ''Everything will be fine, Harry.''
At that moment, Harry feels an overwhelming surge of love for the woman in
front of him and he gives her a quick hug before she retreats down the
corridor. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quietly, Harry slowly pushes the
door open and steps inside. The heavy curtains are drawn and the only source of
light inside the room comes from the fire burning in the fireplace. Harry is
grateful for that at least. It's been far too chilly in the evenings lately.
The crackling of the wood comforts him.
''My Lord.'' Respectfully, Harry sinks down with one knee on the ground in
front of the figure that's already seated in one of the high-backed armchairs.
He sits there, as regal and imposing as ever. The Dark Lord gives him the order
to rise and he waits for the man to allow him to take a seat before doing so. 
''Your father has informed me of your decision, Harry. Tell me, my dear boy,
what made you agree to it?''
''It is simple, my Lord. I am simply doing what you wish of me. Also...'' He
raises his head up a fraction, gazing at the other male in a demure manner.
''To be truthful, the idea of bearing your heir is highly appealing. I am not
foolish enough to waste such an opportunity.''
The Dark Lord outright laughs at Harry's honesty, approval in his eyes as he
regards the teenager in front of him.
''It seems that I have picked the right person afterall. I have given Lucius my
word that you will be well-cared for, Harry. He may be loyal to me but I sense
the worry in him. You are, afterall, his precious son.'' The Dark Lord
soundlessly gets up to his feet and Harry stays still in his chair as the man
closes the distance between them. ''I can see why they fall to their knees for
you, my dear boy.'' The man murmurs, stroking the tip of his wand along the
curve of Harry's cheekbone, the red of his eyes even brighter with the flames
in the fireplace flickering behind them.
''You flatter me, my Lord. I am but just a boy.''
''A boy who will soon bear me a child. '' The Dark Lord corrects. ''You're far
from just a boy, Harry.'' The Dark Lord tips his chin up with the tip of his
wand. ''I will call for a Healer to give you a thorough check-up.'' He leans
down, a thoughtful expression on his face. ''Your scent has changed. It's
less...stronger now. I take it that the potion has worn off?''
Harry nods his head in response, ''Yes, my Lord. It was a short-term potion.''
''And yet, you still smell as fertile as when I first met you.'' In such close
proximity, Harry can see just how affected the Dark Lord is by his very scent;
his shoulders taut with slight tension and the reds of his eyes brighter than
normal. ''My dear Harry, if I wasn't such a patient man....'' His tone sounds
much more ragged now but in the next second, the Dark Lord looks as composed as
before. ''But good things are worth the wait, yes?''
''Falkey.''
A house elf appears and he bows deeply, ''Master.''
''Call for my usual Healer from St. Mungo's.'' The Dark Lord instructs and with
another deep bow, the house elf disappears with a piercing crack.
Five minutes have yet to pass when they're interrupted by another crack, Falkey
reappearing once again but this time, with a sleepy-looking middle-aged man.
''Falkey has brought Healer Tom, Master.''
The Dark Lord dismisses the house elf with a wave of his hand, ''Tom, it's been
awhile. This is Harry Malfoy. I require for you to give him a thorough check-up
to see his...chances of conceiving.''
If the Healer is surprised by the news, he sure doesn't seem bothered by it. He
gets to work immediately, instructing Harry to stand up before muttering a
couple of spells under his breath, running the tip of his wand along Harry's
stomach. There's a sort of ticklish, tingly sensation and Harry can't stop
himself from laughing, immediately cupping a palm over his mouth.
''He's in wonderful condition, my Lord. Chances of him conceiving...I would say
that it's around ninety-eight percent.'' Tapping his wand against Harry's
stomach again, the Healer pauses for a moment before continuing, ''I'm sure
that you'll be glad to know that this boy here is very fertile, my Lord.''
Harry really wants to laugh because the Healer is making him sound like he's
some sort of soil.
''Ah, that is splendid news indeed.''
''Would you require any potions, my Lord?''
''That will be all, Tom. I will have Severus brew them for Harry.''
''Thank you.'' Harry thanks the Healer with a smile and shrugs on his robes
again, slightly alarmed when the Dark Lord himself stands up to assist him with
tying the knot. ''Thank you, my Lord.''
The Dark Lord delicately takes hold of Harry's right hand and brings it up to
his lips, grazing the boy's knuckles with a light kiss, ''I shall call for you
soon, Harry.'' With that, the Dark Lord kisses the centre of Harry's hand,
keeping his gaze trained on the boy's face as he does so.
And Harry, at that exact moment, finds himself thinking that he would really
like it if their child inherits the color of the Dark Lord's eyes.
***** Fuck *****
Chapter Summary
     In which, the Dark Lord realizes what exactly it is about Harry that
     makes him so enthralling.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter mainly focuses on Voldemort/Harry. Lucius and James will
     be making their usual appearance in the next chapter! Honestly, why
     is it so difficult to write smut all of a sudden?
The Riddle House.
Harry was aware of the history behind it. How the Dark Lord had murdered his
grandparents and father there. And that it had once been the grandest building
around, though it lost most of its beauty and splendor over the years. It was
only recently that Harry learnt that the Dark Lord had ordered for the house to
be restored to its former glory and that it would soon be used as a base for
their Death Eater meetings and operations.
He can only describe the manor as breathtakingly huge. Within a short period of
time, the house elves had somehow managed to transform what had once been a
ruined and derelict manor to something so...splendid. A person who had no idea
of its past would not even know that three people had been murdered in this
very place.
''There is another reason...'' The Dark Lord pauses next to Harry's seat and
though he isn't that big of man, he was still able to make the boy feel
somewhat small. ''...as to why I decided to return here. I wish for you to stay
here with me, Harry, until the child that we will have together is safely
delivered.''
Harry is not hearing things, is he?
''I can see that you're surprised. Well, that is expected.'' The Dark Lord
continues, a hint of amusement in his steady tone. ''It would not make any
sense for us to be apart. I have more than enough house elves around to assist
you should you require anything. It would also be easier for me to watch over
and care for you while you are here. In time to come, I intend to make it know
that you will be the to carry my heir. Of course, considering your special
relationship with your father and James Potter...'' Harry wills his cheeks not
to turn a bright shade of pink. ''...you will be allowed to occasionally spend
time with them.''
It's a bit much to take in since Harry isn't expecting this at all. Live with
the Dark Lord himself? Goodness. He must have done a hell lot of wonderful
deeds in his previous life to deserve this. Harry knows for certain that he
doesn't have a choice in this. Where matters of the heir is concerned, the Dark
Lord will surely not take 'no' for an answer.
''My Lord, I trust that you know what is best for me. I will go along with
whatever you have planned for me.'' Harry answers and it's clear that the Dark
Lord is pleased with his answer and that the boy has no issues whatsoever in
handing over the decision-making to him.
Harry, on the other hand, is all too glad to allow the Dark Lord in making the
decisions for him. He's not exactly fond of having control over most matters
really.
''I will instruct one of my house elves to retrieve what belongings that you
may need. That aside, I believe that today is the last time that you are
required to consume the potion?''
Although Harry's chances of conceiving is close to a hundred, the Dark Lord had
instructed for Severus to prepare a fertility potion for him. To ensure that
Harry be kept in a condition that would allows his body to achieve a 'highly
fertile' state to maximize the chances of him conceiving. The instructions
given was that the potion be consumed twice a week for a month.
''Yes, my Lord. I have to admit that I'm quite glad that I'm no longer required
to take it. It tastes...'' Harry scrunches his nose up as he recalls the
unpleasant taste. ''...downright foul.
The Dark Lord laughs as he holds out his right hand, palm facing upwards,
''Harry, you may address me as Tom whenever we are together. Though I do quite
like being called ''My Lord'' as well.'' The boy places his hand on top of
Tom's, allowing the man to tug him off the chair and out of the sitting room.
''I believe that you have no choice but to get used to it, dear boy. Once you
are of child, I will have Severus brew you more tonics.''
They meander down the hallway, take a few turns and after another confusing
turn, arrive in front of a door.
''This is the master bedroom. Other than us and the house elves, no one else
will be allowed entry.'' The Dark Lord explains before he turns back to face
the door, hissing something in another language which Harry believe must be
Parseltongue.
There's a faint hiss and it's then that Harry realizes that there is actually
a two-headed snake coiled around the doorknob. He watches in awe as it slowly
and smoothly uncoils itself, allowing Tom to grasp the doorknob.
''What happens if someone attempts to force their way in?'' A distracted Harry
asks as Tom guides him into the bedroom, his thoughts still on the snake.
''Those insistent enough to attempt to charm their way into the room will end
up as dinner. But Nagini usually has her fun with them first.'' Harry should
definitely not be feeling all hot under the collar at the evil glint in the
male's eyes. ''That aside, I had the house elves redecorate the entire bedroom
to suit both our taste. I understand from Lucius that you favor mostly green
and black.''
''My Lord...'' Harry breathes out in disbelief, taken aback by the fact that
Tom had actually taken his preferences into mind. ''Honestly, my Lord, you
didn't have to.''
The room itself is huge. Perhaps just a tad more spacious than the master
bedroom in Malfoy manor. The house elves had indeed decorated the room to the
very last detail. Black satiny sheets with silver edges, heavy drapes, thick
and lush carpeting that makes Harry's toes wriggle in delight and oh, the Dark
Lord had certainly spared no expense when it came to the bed.
''Ah yes.'' Finding Harry's gaze drawn towards the four-poster bed, Tom leads
him over. ''It was Bellatrix who informed me that picking the right bed and
mattress is quite essential. I picked a mattress that would suit you best in
your pregnant state. Should you decide to continue living here after giving
birth, we can change the mattress once again.''
By now, Harry feels completely...floored. The fact that the Dark Lord had put
so much thought into this arrangement surprised him. In all honesty, a very,
very small part of him inside had thought that the Dark Lord would simply,
well, fuck him and get him pregnant without putting in much effort of caring
for him. But for the Dark Lord to actually ensure that Harry lives
comfortably...it really was hard to wrap to digest that face.
''Thank you, my Lord.'' Harry sounds choked-up. ''This is honestly more than
enough, I assure you. I wouldn't dare to ask for more-''
''My dear boy, this is just the beginning.'' Tom murmurs, an expression of mild
wonder on his face as he gazes at Harry. ''What is it about you that enthralls
men so, Harry?'' He asks, trailing the tip of his finger along the side of the
boy's face. ''I can see why Lucius speaks highly of you and yet, I am unable to
pinpoint as to what it is that makes you so...enthralling.''
Harry responds with a coy smile, tilting his head to the side just the
slightest bit, ''All men are attracted to pretty things, are they not, my
Lord?''
''Perhaps it was foolish of me to think that I am not most men.''
''My Lord, are you implying that, like most men, you too are affected by me?''
Harry intends it as a joke, but the sudden flare of lust that he sees in Tom's
eyes surprises him.
The press of Tom's lips against Harry's is light and tentative. It's a far cry
from the man that Harry is used to seeing. The one who kills simply because he
wishes to. They take their time exploring each other's mouths, kissing until
Harry's lips start tingling and it's only then that he reluctantly pulls back.
He barely manages a couple of breaths before Tom chases after his lips once
again and Harry has no choice but to cling onto the male's shoulders as they
kiss earnestly this time round. Tom isn't exactly very built, but the muscles
are there. That much is clear. An arm slips around his waist and Harry tilts
his head tot he side when the man presses his face up against the column of the
boy's neck.
Over the past month, Harry has noticed that the Dark Lord has a bit of
a fascination with how he smells. Harry really has no idea what his scent is
like, in all honesty. But James and Lucius seem to agree with the Dark Lord for
some reason. ''A sort of...well, I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. A
fragrant kind of scent? Not exactly flowers. But a mixture of really nice
smells.'' James had said. Right, that certainly helped a lot.
''It seems that the potion has taken effect.'' The Dark Lord's tone rumbles
with approval. ''You smell...oh, you smell even better than usual. Like a boy
on his first day of heat.'' Harry trembles when he feels teeth grazing the skin
of his neck, a soft ''Oh god.'' slipping past his lips when Tom sucks a mark at
the spot between his neck and shoulder.
It doesn't take long for the both of them to get rid of their clothes and for
Harry to be lying down with his back against the mattress. He doesn't even have
time to think about how great it feels before Tom is on top of him, drinking in
every inch of the sight before him. Dusky pink nipples against milky skin,
cheeks flushed a light pink with arousal and gorgeous eyes wide with
anticipation. Tom, for some reason, is quite fascinated with the piece of sheer
fabric snug around the boy's hips. He has, ever since he regained his human
form, bedded his fair share of boys but none of them had looked
this...exquisite.
The boy leans up on his elbows and whispers something, and the Dark Lord
responds to it with a bruising kiss to the boy's lips before shifting and
moving to sit back against the headboard instead, allowing Harry to settle in
between his parted legs. Gaze playful, Harry makes a show out of dragging the
tip of his tongue along his lips before licking a broad, wet stripe from tip to
base, repeating the motion three more times until Tom's cock starts twitching
against his tongue.
Harry likes to think that he's really great at giving blowjobs. Back when Harry
had been a third year student, Blaise barely lasted ten minutes with his cock
in Harry's mouth. Hell, he's given Lucius and James lots of blowjobs. But at
this very moment, in an environment that he's completely unfamiliar with, he
feels as if he's about to give his very first blowjob. He so badly wants to
impress the Dark Lord, but Harry is aware that if he doesn't relax, it's not
going to turn out satisfying.
To Harry's delight, Tom's cock is also slightly thicker than average. He's got
a bit of a thing for fat cocks. No shame there. 
He teases. Teases. And teases. Swirls the tip of his tongue around the plump
tip of the man's cock. Laps and suckles at those heavy-looking balls before
earnestly starting to suck on them. Traces the prominent veins running down the
length of Tom's cock until the man all but yanks at his hair, ordering him in
ragged voice to start sucking. Oh god, how powerful he feels at that very
moment.
It's a bit of a stretch once Harry has his lips wrapped around Tom's cock.
Placing his hands on the male's thighs, Harry starts bobbing his head up and
down, relaxing his jaw and throat and attempting to take in more and more until
the tip of his nose brushes against the coarse smattering of hair around the
base of the male's cock.
''Fuck, Harry.'' Tom has his head tipped back and he can't help but to jerk his
hips upwards, repeating the motion until the boy gags, coating his swollen
length with saliva.
He wants to flip Harry over to his back and fuck the boy's mouth but Tom knows
that he won't last should he succumb to that temptation. And so, he grits his
teeth as Harry continues to pleasure him. It gets too much to the point where
Tom can feel his magic tingling beneath his skin and he grips at Harry's arm
tightly, forcing the boy to stop. The boy actually pouts and Tom has to stop
himself from acting rashly. Like fucking the boy without preparing him.
Tom moves forward a little before he lies down on his back, guiding Harry into
the position that he wants; Harry sitting on Tom's face with his hands
spreading his ass cheeks apart while Tom tongues at his hole. The boy's skin
has a pleasant taste to it. A sort of apple and kiwi mixture and it makes him
feel greedy. He laps at the boy's smooth hole like a man that has been denied
water for days and above him, Harry is steadying himself by curling his fingers
around the top of the headboard. Before long, he's desperately trying to fuck
back against the tongue prodding and lapping at his hole.
''All swollen and pink.'' Tom mouths at it and sucks and on top of him, Harry
lets out a sound that's a cross between a wail and a delighted yelp.
He works a finger in and Harry bossily demands for more, and that earns him a
punishing slap on his ass cheek. 
''My Lord, please.''
It's the way that Harry utters it that makes Tom's cock throb to the point
of pain. He gives in to the demand of course, fucking the boy's hole open with
three fingers. He's unable to drag his gaze away from the sight of Harry's hole
clamping around his fingers, greedily sucking it in and that's enough for Tom
to decide that he needs to fuck the boy now.
For years, he had gone without sex. Had no use for it after he lost his human
form. There were much more pressing matters to deal with. Even after Tom had
regained his human form, the yearning was still not there. He had simply bedded
those people to see what this new form was capable of. 
Until he caught a whiff of Harry's scent.
''I cannot promise that I will be gentle with you, Harry.''
''Yes, because I'm going to break into a million pieces from a hard fuck.''
Harry replies sassily and Tom bites at his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
It's Harry's first time having sex without a contraceptive spell being cast on
him. When the tip of Tom's cock nudges against his hole teasingly,
he knows that it's going to feel a hell lot better. When the spell is casted,
the feeling is sort of similar to being fucked by someone who has a condom on.
Harry had once managed to persuade Lucius into putting on a condom (just for
the fun of it) and his father had looked at it with such distaste that Harry
had not attempted to persuade him a second time. That had been hilarious.
''You need to relax.'' Tom grits out when he fails to nudge the head of his
cock in.
''I am relaxed, my Lord.'' Harry retorts back, looping his arms around the
male's neck. ''It's tight, isn't it?'' He continues on smugly. ''It's a potion
that I've been taking recently. It helps the muscles retain it's...well, I
don't really know how to describe it but it ensures that I'm not...loose.
Father and James can get quite carried away sometimes.''
The smug expression on his face is replaced with that of utter bliss when Tom
finally manages to ease the tip of his cock into the boy's tight channel. The
muscles of the boy's hole all but clamps around him and Tom hisses when he
feels his magic spiking up again. He knows that it'll be dangerous to overwhelm
Harry too quickly considering that this is their first time together, but Tom
can't seem to get his body to cooperate.
''Oh god, move. Please. Feels so fucking good.'' Harry wraps his legs around
the man's waist, forcing Tom's cock in deeper and that's when he snaps.
''Lucius did say you're an eager little slut. Always so desperate for cock.''
Tom spills out in between punishing thrusts, forcing Harry's wrists up above
his head as he pins the boy down against the mattress. ''More than willing to
spread your legs for anyone. You'd do it if you could, wouldn't you? Spread
yourself out on the table during the meeting and letting everyone have a go.''
''Tom. My Lord...oh yes, yes I would.'' Harry chokes out, sliding further up
against the mattress each time Tom fucks back into him with a brutal thrust.
''But you can't. And you won't. Not without my permission, Harry.'' 
Gazing down at Harry's face, it finally hits Tom what it is about the boy that
makes him so enthralling. His willingness to be a possession. To be treated
like a possession. 
''I can imagine the look...'' Tom forces Harry's hips down when the boy starts
to writhe, the tip of his cock leaking heavily and forming a small puddle on
his navel. ''...on their faces when I announce that you will be the one to
carry my heir, Harry. I can see it on their faces. They want to fuck you but
they're too scared to do so because you're Lucius's boy. Now that you belong
to me as well...they won't even dare to cast their filthy gazes on you.''
Harry hears himself mindlessly pleading for more, harder, please but there's a
feeling enveloping his body that feels entirely foreign. He feels feverish and
the more Tom gives in to his demands, allowing himself to succumb completely to
the lust, the more strung up Harry feels. His whole body goes taut with a
tension that he can't describe and his skin feels prickly. It's not entirely
uncomfortable and it feels like a sort of weight pressing in at him from all
sides.
''Fuck me. Make me yours, my Lord.'' Harry murmurs against the Dark Lord's
cheek, raking his nails down the male's broad back. ''Fill me up until I'm
heavy and swollen with your seed-'' 
Tom feels it. His magic threatening to consume the boy. He attempts to rear it
back, but it's impossible with Harry tempting him with such words. He looks so
very debauched against satiny sheets, mindless filth spilling past his lips and
Tom can barely reign in his control but he needs to-
Harry manages to free one of his hands from Tom's grasp and he guides one of
the male's hands to his belly,
''Don't you want to see it, my Lord? Me, swollen and heavy with your child? So
very pregnant. Do it. Do it, my Lord.''
Tom pushes in deep and Harry clenches tightly around him, that little minx, and
his magic tips over the edge. 
Harry likes the sensation of being filled up. The thick and sticky white liquid
spilling inside of his hole. Tom's cock is still pulsing inside of Harry and
that's when it happens. Harry's body goes taut again and his skin is tingling
and suddenly, it feels as if there's not enough air in the room. He attempts to
curl up in a ball and he must have made a whimpering sound for Tom is
attempting to soothe him. Despite their close proximity, he sounds as if he's
far, far away. 
''Hurts. It hurts. Please.'' Harry writhes on the bed, trying to find some sort
of release from the sudden pain. ''Make it stop, my Lord.''
Harry is aware that Tom is saying something, but he can't make the words out.
And Harry, his body still pulsing with the pain, is grateful when calm darkness
greets him.
x.x.x
''Well, Severus? What is it?''
Severus, in all of his years of serving the Dark Lord, has not once seen him
so...impatient.
''The boy is fine, my Lord. But he will be weak for a few days. Considering
that both of you are now...joined intimately, his body is straining itself to
adapt to your magic. He is, afterall, still very young, my Lord. I will brew a
strengthening potion for him. Other than that, he requires a lot of rest to
recuperate. He may be unconscious but his body is still attempting to absorb
most of your magic without further hurting him.''
''Do whatever is required for him to fully heal, Severus.''
''Yes, my Lord. I will return in a few hours with the potions.''
The Dark Lord dismisses Severus with a nod of his head and the dark-haired male
slips out of the bedroom. He would like nothing more but to stay and wait for
Harry to wake up, but there are important things that needs to be done. People
to kill and torture.
''Falkey!''
The house elf immediately pops up at his side.
''Watch over Harry. Inform me immediately once he wakes up. Also, have Teemey
prepare food for him.''
''Yes, Master. Falkey will do as Master says.''
If he hesitates any longer, he'll be tempted to stay and he cannot afford that.
With another stern reminder to Falkey to inform him once Harry regains
consciousness, Tom finally manages to force himself to leave the bedroom.
x.x.x
It's dark when Harry finally opens his eyes. The drapes around drawn around the
bed and the room is silent. He feels sore all over, like he usually does after
a particularly rough Quidditch training. Managing to lift himself up into a
seating opposition, Harry's about to shift the drapes a little when Falkey
suddenly pops up next to him, peering at him with wide, delighted eyes.
''Master Harry is awake! Falkey must tell Master!'' And he disappears just as
quickly.
Harry settles back against the pillows and it's so blissfully quiet that
he nearly dozes off. He's about to slip back down under the covers when the
bedroom door swings open, the Dark Lord striding in with Falkey at his heels.
''How long have I been out for?''
''A full day.'' Tom sits down at the edge of the bed, giving the boy a quick
once over. ''Here. Severus has prepared this for you.'' He hands Harry a clear
flask filled with murky brown liquid.
Eyeing it apprehensively, Harry says, ''My Lord, do I really have-''
''Drink it or I will force it down your throat, Harry.''
With a dejected sigh, Harry uncorks the flask and pinches his nose before
tipping the liquid past his lips and into his mouth. Surprisingly, it doesn't
taste all that bad and he empties it in no time.
''Falkey, have Teemey bring up the food.''
''What...exactly happened, my Lord? I mean, I remember most of it but then I
started feeling really uncomfortable and then there was the pain...''
''The magic that I possess is different from others. It's Dark Magic and it is
powerful. According to Severus, it seems as if it was too much for your body to
bear at that point of time.''
Ah, that explains it then. Why Harry had felt the weight pressing up against
him from all sides.
''Is it...is it going to happen each time we fuc-...have sex?''
''Your body will gradually get used to it. I have also instructed Severus to
prepare a few potions for you. To be completely honest, he has informed me that
this might happen but I thought I had better control of myself. Unfortunately,
that does not seem to be the case.'' The Dark Lord grimaces, seemingly quite
irritated with himself. ''Severus has...warned me to avoid such activities with
you for the next few days.''
''What? Surely it's not that bad. I'll be fine after a few more hours of rest
and some food-''
''Why, Harry, I had no idea you're so eager to get fucked by me-''
''Tom.'' Harry shoves the comforter aside and scoots closer to the man. ''You
had me take a fertility potion for a month. And a side effect of consuming it
is that I...'' Harry mumbles the next few words. ''...I'll feel needy. Are
you really telling me that you have no intention of fucking me for the next few
days? You could fuck me.'' He whispers, lips grazing against the male's
earlobe. ''Plug me up when I'm full with your cum. Then fuck me again.''
''Do not tempt me, Harry.''
''Please, my Lord?'' Harry switches tactics, tucking his chin against the older
male's shoulders. 
A long pause.
''Where is that blasted house elf?'' Tom mutters under his breath. ''You're
going to regret asking for this once I'm done with you, you wretched boy.Eat,
rest and do whatever you have to. I have a meeting and I'll be back in two
hours. Rest. Because you're not getting any once I'm through with you.''
 
***** Unexpected *****
Chapter Summary
     In which unexpected things happen.
Chapter Notes
     Whenever I'm at work, I'm like ''I can't wait to go home and continue
     this fic'' because that's when I have 3948589486 ideas in my head.
     But when I get home, I take a look at my bed and it's like...''I need
     to sleep.''
It's been about a three months or so, and Harry can safely say that he has more
or less adjusted to living in the Riddle House. If only he could say the same
thing about those absolutely vile potions that his godfather brews for him.
''There is no point in showing me that face, Harry. I am simply carrying out
the Dark Lord's instructions.''
Sad to say, no amount of seducing on Harry's part has managed to sway Tom.
Damn it.
Well, Harry supposes he can't really whine about it since it is for his own
good afterall. By consuming the potion, his body wouldn't have to exert itself
too much to try and adapt to Tom's magic. The process will gradually become
easier until it can be done without Harry relying on the effects of the potion.
It's especially helpful when Tom is in one of his moods. When he brutally fucks
Harry against the nearest flat surface because a Death Eater happened to botch
up one of the tasks the Dark Lord had trusted him with. Harry was more than
willing to let Tom vent his frustration on him during those days. As rough as
he was, Tom made sure that Harry enjoyed it as well. He loves how he can
practically feel the male's dark magic spiking and pulsing dangerously in the
air. It was as if the weight that had once felt so uncomfortable pressing up
against him had dissolved into something more...soothing.
At Death Eater meetings, Lucius and James would smirk knowingly at Harry as
soon as he limps in and then, they would have their turns with him. Though not
at the Riddle House of course. Although the Dark Lord had granted Harry
permission to continue the special relationship that he had with his father and
James, he had made it clear that they were not allowed to fuck Harry in the
Riddle House.
''Look at your ass.'' James whistles lowly under his breath, rubbing his thumb
against the boy's red-rimmed hole. ''How many times a day does he fuck you?''
''It depends.'' Harry goes completely lax when Lucius drizzles a sort of oil
into his hole, spreading the liquid over his rim with his finger. ''Whenever
we're in the mood for it. Which happens to be most of the time, thanks to the
fertility potion.''
Making sure that Harry is sufficiently lubed and stretched, Lucius stretches
himself out on the bed and the boy gracefully straddles him, leaning down a
little to tease him with a kiss.
''Did you miss me, daddy?''
Lucius was so used to having Harry around most of the time that he had felt
unbearably...lonely just after a few days after the boy had moved to the Riddle
House. Narcissa and Draco had felt it as well, and it was obvious how Harry was
the one who brought everyone in the family together. The only good thing out of
this whole arrangement was that Lucius could focus better whenever he brings
his work home these days. Usually, he's far too busy giving into Harry''s
whims.
''Terribly so, my darling boy.'' At his answer, Harry smoothly sinks himself
down to the hilt and if Lucius wasn't so dignified, he would have sworn quite
colorfully.
James is full out laughing as he takes his place behind Harry, kissing the boy
on the shoulder tenderly.
''You're horrible, Harry.''
''I know.'' The boy replies matter-of-factly, turning his head to the side to
kiss James on the cheek. ''Now, will you please hurry up and put your cock in,
daddy? See? I even said 'please'.''
''You raised your son up to be such a spoilt brat, Lucius.'' James chides
playfully, teasing the rim of Harry's stretched hole with the tip of his
finger.
At that action, both of them turn around to glare at him and he huffs out a
defeated laugh. Slicking his cock up with lube (using more than necessary,
Harry thinks), he grips Harry tightly by the hips and slowly begins to ease his
cock in. They've only done this a few times, the first time being James's
birthday, and he still can't get used to the immense tightness. It takes James
a couple of times because the tip of his cock keeps slipping out, and Lucius
isn't exactly helping since he keeps thrusting his hips up impatiently.
''Bloody hell, will you stop moving?''
''Potter, I'm sure you know that's impossible.''
''Hurry up, daddy.''
James thinks that he's not been this concentrated on something ever. If he's
too impatient, he might end up hurting Harry. Again, he slowly pushes in the
tip of  his cock into Harry's stretched hole and with a little bit of force, it
finally manages to slip past the tight ring of muscles.
''Oh god. Oh god. Bloody.Fucking.Hell.'' Harry goes completely taut before
slumping down against his father, the older Malfoy soothing with whispered
praises.
James places a hand on the small of Harry's back, gently rubbing the skin
there. He will never get used to this. He counts to three before inching more
of his cock past the rim and the deeper he gets, the harder it becomes to reign
in his self-control. He wants to fuck, to reduce the boy into a mess of
whimpers and tears and he sees it in Lucius's eyes too. Both of them shift at
the same time and Harry practically half-screams, his cock twitching and
leaking against where it's pressed up against Lucius's belly.
''Wait.'' James gasps out when Harry unknowingly tightens around them. ''The
contraceptive charm. Lucius, did you-?''
''Yes, Potter.'' Lucius snaps in return, his patience already fraying at the
seams. ''I have no intention of ending up as Nagini's dinner. As much as the
Dark Lord favors us Malfoys, I am certain that he won't appreciate us
impregnating Harry.''
''Will you two shut the fuck up and fuck me?''
James makes a tutting sound, ''Language, dear Harry. I'm sure your father
taught you better than that.''
Before the boy can respond to that, James grabs him by the shoulders and starts
fucking into Harry with short, sharp thrusts that has the boy clinging onto his
father. James isn't going to last for long, not when it feels
so unbearably amazing. Everything else seems to fade out when Lucius starts
moving as well and they're both fucking into Harry's tight, stretched hole. 
''Christ, Harry.'' James kisses the boy's nape and along the slope of his
shoulders and Harry's skin feels far too warm against his. 
''Such a good boy.'' Lucius praises, planting his heels against the mattress
firmly. ''You enjoy it, don't you? Taking in both your daddies cock. Always
so eager for more.''
It's obscene, Harry thinks and he might be drunk from both lust and please.
Him, an underage boy, being fucked by two grown men. One of them being
his father. He loves it.
If Hell truly does exist, Harry thinks that he might be King.
Harry has no idea what to focus on. He feels unbearably full and stretched at
the same time with both Lucius and James using his body to attain their own
pleasure, filthy words continuously spilling past their lips as their hands
roam along his body. Harry already feels sticky with perspiration and it
doesn't help that he's trapped between two warm bodies.
''Fuck, you're so goddamn tight.'' James picks up the pace of his thrusts and
Harry muffles his shrill cries against Lucius's shoulders. ''You love this,
don't you, Harry? Spreading your legs open for us and then going back to the
Dark Lord to do the same for him.''
Lucius thumbs away the tears that's trickling down his son's cheeks, ''You're
doing so well right now, darling boy. Just...'' He presses up against Harry's
ass and the boy hiccups softly. ''...just a little bit more. We'll fill your
belly up soon, my dear.''
Harry nods at him wide, wet eyes and Lucius bites back a groan. How in the
world did his boy grow up to be such a tempting vixen? At that moment, James
presses himself up against Harry's back, swearing harshly under his breath, and
Lucius can feel how the other male's cock is pulsing. James gives another
sloppy thrust and spills his load into the boy. Harry gives a satisfied
purr, loving the sensation of being filled up. It doesn't take long for Lucius
to follow suit, especially with the boy lewdly sucking on his tongue as they
kiss, urging him with a whisper of, ''Please, daddy. Want daddy to fill me up
with his cum.''
'''Fucking hell. That was...'' James is still trying to catch his breath,
pushing his damp fringe away from his forehead. ''I'm knackered.''
Harry winces when James carefully slips his cock out, ''You didn't sprain a
hip, did you, old man?''
''Brat.'' James slaps him on the thigh before fondly kissing him on the cheek. 
Harry lifts himself off Lucius and rolls onto the vacant space beside his
father, cozying up against the older male.
Lucius can only manage an affectionate, ''How very spoilt you are, my
dear.'' when Harry demands that either Lucius or James carry him to the
bathroom for a hot soak in the tub. 
Because whatever Harry wants, Harry gets.
x.x.x
Harry isn't exactly in the mood to eat. He's bloody famished and the steak in
front of him looks really mouth-watering. Medium rare. Just the way he likes
it. Harry pokes at his carrots with a fork and Falkey eyes him from where he's
pouring wine into the Dark Lord's crystal glass. To appease the house elf,
Harry pops a carrot into his mouth and chews, face scrunching up at the taste.
''Is the food not to your liking, Harry?''
''It is, my Lord. I suppose I don't really have much of an appetite.''
His stomach has been feeling queasy all day and Harry blames it on the new
tonic that he had started drinking a few days ago. Something to strengthen his
immune system or something. Not to mention that something has been weighing on
his mind since yesterday.
''My Lord...'' He starts and then pauses for a moment, unsure if he should
continue. ''About what we discussed...do you really think it is wise for the
Death Eaters to know?''
Tom's eyes narrows dangerously and his utensils makes a sharp, clinking sound
against the plate as he sets down, ''Did someone say something to you?''
With the Riddle House as base right now, a handful of them had come to realize
that Harry was living with the Dark Lord. Of course rumors would start
spreading. The best one he had heard so far was that he was fucking his way
into being the Dark Lord's favored Death Eater. As if he needed too. They had
said other unpleasant things about him too. Even called him a slag.
''I'll be honest with you, my Lord. Some of them...they don't like me. I can't
help but to think that once the announcement is made that I'll be the one to
carry your heir, it might cause some...problems. We can't afford that at this
period of time. The war-''
''Who were they, Harry?'' Tom calmly asks, picking his glass up and raising it
to his lips. ''The ones who spoke ill of you.''
''My Lord, I really-''
''Their names, Harry. Do not make me repeat myself.''
'' Macnair. Yaxley. The Carrow brothers.''
Tom sneers, ''Yaxley. Why am I not surprised?'' He sets his glass back down and
motions for Harry to come over.
The boy obediently complies, carefully pushing his chair back before making his
way over the older male. Harry doesn't bother hiding his shock when Tom
suddenly pulls him down onto his lap.
''My Lord, anyone could walk in right now-''
''Foolish boy. You need not worry about me, Harry. I have no use for Death
Eaters who will turn their back on me simply because they do not approve of the
choices that I make. And I believe that I have made the right choice.''
Harry simply nods his head, feeling a tad silly that he had allowed such a
small thing to get to him. Shyly, and with a hint of uncertainty, Harry slowly
leans in and touches his lips to the corner of Tom's lips. Harry is a boy with
full of affection but he's a bit more reserved with his kisses and touches when
Tom is involved. Sure, they've had sex, but that's different. He's unsure of
the extent of Tom's feelings for him at this point of time. Sometimes, he can't
help but to think that the man is only being this attentive and caring simply
because Harry will be the one to carry his heir. But whatever it is, Harry
intends to enjoy it to the fullest.
''Thank you, my Lord. I will leave you to your dinner now. I really should be
getting ready.''
James had passed on the information that a few high-ranking Aurors would be out
on an assignment tonight and it would be the best time to take them out. With
more and more Aurors being killed, Fudge was becoming more and more distraught
as the days pass by. He was starting to lose the faith that the wizarding
community had him and with the Daily Prophet churning out more damning
articles, the man was truly a wreck, especially with the elections coming up
soon. 
''My Lord, not here.'' Harry whispers, though not completely unwilling, when
Tom pushes his pants down over the swell of his ass. 
''Ah, but that's not what you said this morning, dear Harry.''
Harry makes a soundless noise, ''Yes, but the rest will be arriving here
soon.''
His reply falls on deaf ears as the older male works a finger inside of him,
making a low humming sound of satisfaction when the boy immediately clenches
around the digit.
''You're right. Considering that most of them will arrive soon...we should take
this to the room where the meeting will be held, don't you think so?''
''My Lord!''
x.x.x
Harry ducks just in time as an attacking spell from one of the Aurors whizzes
past him and he retaliates with one of his own. At least they were putting up
much more of a fight compared to the previous group they had dealt with two
months ago. Giving a quick glance around, Harry could clearly see that
Bellatrix and Sirius were having the time of their lives as they fired spells
back and forth, illuminating up the darkened area with bright flashes of green
and red. Hermione was managing to hold up fine on her own, no surprise there.
Even Ron was being remarkably impressive tonight. He couldn't see the
expression on their faces since they had their masks on, him included, but
judging by Hermione's gleeful laughter when she managed to hit one of the
Aurors with a Deprimo spell, instantly crushing him downwards as the pressure
forces down on him, they were clearly having fun as well.
''Crucio!''
Ever since Harry had taken lessons from Bellatrix, the Cruciatus Curse had
become a personal favorite. It would be safe for Harry to say that he had
downright perfected it. So distracted was Harry that he did not notice the
burly-looking Auror that had his wand aimed at Harry from the back.
''SECTUMSEMPRA!''
It was truly pain that Harry had not felt before. Crumpling to the floor like a
ragdoll, he could vaguely make out Ron's and Hermione's startled shouts and
Bellatrix's cry of pure outrage. It burned hot and white in the centre of his
chest, rendering him completely breathless. It was as if someone was repeatedly
and mercilessly slashing him with a pointed blade at the same spot over and
over again.
''I'll take him back to Riddle House. Ron, I need you to go and get
Severus immediately. '' Sirius instructs urgently, already getting ready to
Disapparate as he carefully gathers Harry in his arms.
It wasn't exactly the best thing to do considering that Harry was currently
injured, but he had no choice but to get the boy back to the Riddle House as
soon as possible. Only Severus was capable of closing the wounds
since ''Sectumsempra'' was a spell of his own creation. By the time Sirius
appeared right outside the manor gates, his hands were already stained with
blood, the metallic scent of it heavy in the air.
'Sectumsempra' was a spell that had Severus had created back in their days at
Hogwarts. An especially deadly spell if one's intention is to kill. It was
highly popular among the Death Eaters after they saw for themselves the amount
of damage it was capable of causing. For an Auror to use it against them...he
must've have seen one of the Death Eaters use it before. That fucking piece
of scum.
''Lay him down, Black.''
''We have to get him inside-''
''We do not have time to lose, Black!'' Severus barks at him and he immediately
complies, carefully lowering Harry down onto the damp grass.
Severus immediately crouches over his godson, running the tip of his wand over
the cuts as he murmurs the counter-spell. He uncorks a small bottle, Essence of
Dittany, and applies a few drops to the cuts that was already starting to
close. Harry starts writhing on the grass, sharp noises of distress spilling
past his lips before he falls completely limp. 
''Severus, will he-''
''He's merely unconscious. Let's bring him in. I'll have Falkey call for Healer
Tom.'' Then, Severus grimaces. ''The Dark Lord will have to know about this.''
''It's likely that Bellatrix has probably informed him already.'' Effortlessly,
Sirius lifts Harry up into his arms and it was worrisome to see how pale the
boy was. ''James and Lucius will need to know as well.''
''All hell is going to break loose, that's for sure.''
x.x.x
''What is the extent of the damage, Severus?''
''Lesser than I expected, my Lord.'' Severus answers. ''It would have caused
much more damage if it wasn't for the fact that both your magics are now linked
together.'' The Potions master hesitates for a moment. ''My Lord, if I may
suggest something?''
''What is it, Severus?''
Flicking his gaze over to Harry, Severus continues, ''I think it may be best
that you do not send him on any future assignments, my Lord. Considering that
he is carrying your heir, it is not safe for him to be exposed to such
dangerous situations. The fetus is still weak and-''
''What are you talking about, Severus?'' Tom interrupts, clearly not
understanding.
''My Lord, surely you are aware that Harry is pregnant? Healer Tom ran a few
tests just now and informed me that the boy is already two months in.''
In all Severus's years of serving the Dark Lord, not once has he seen the man
look so completely and utterly dumbfounded.
''I think it's best that both of you speak to Healer Tom once Harry regains
consciousness. In the meantime, I would suggest that you bring down the spells
that you have put up in this room momentarily, my Lord. The rest of them are
quite anxious to see the boy.''
 
Since the master bedroom was magically protected and that only a select few was
allowed to enter, Ron, Hermione, James and Sirius had no choice but to wait.
Seeing James pace up and down in front of the door was enough to drive Sirius,
but he knows that his best friend is out of his mind with worry. Hermione
looked as if she was this close to bursting into tears and Ron had an arm
curled around her shoulders, alternating between awkward squeezes and a half-
hug each time she sniffled.
''Lucius. Potter. The Dark Lord would like to speak to the both of you.''
Severus informs the moment he steps out of the bedroom.
''Severus,thank you.'' Lucius gratefully clasps at his friend's arm. ''For
saving Harry.''
''He is just as important to me as he is to you, Lucius.''
It had taken every shred of Lucius's self-control not to go after the person
who had did this to his beloved son. Any rash action taken on his part could
result in unwanted consequences and it would ruin everything that they've
worked towards. But seeing Harry, so very pale against the sheets, brought back
a fresh wave of anger.
There would be time for revenge later.
''My Lord.'' James addresses with a slight nod of his head. ''You wish to speak
to us?''
The Dark Lord remains silent, his eyes slightly narrowing as he studies both of
them, ''Lucius. James. Were the two of you aware that Harry is already
with child?''
James splutters, clearly shocked, ''With...with child?''
''My Lord, I am certain that Harry wouldn't keep such wonderful news from us.''
The Dark Lord hums his quiet agreement, ''It would seem that even Harry is not
aware of the fact that he is pregnant. My healer has assured me that both Harry
and the fetus are safe.'' It was brief, but Lucius still caught the fond gaze
that was directed at Harry.
It was gone in an instant, immediately replaced with a hardened expression.
''Lucius, call for the Death Eaters. There is something that I wish to
announce.''
x.x.x
When Harry opens his eyes, he immediately regrets it when a wave of nausea hits
him. He takes a deep breath, exhales and repeats it two more times before he
finally feels fine enough to attempt to open his eyes again. God, it was as if
someone was currently hammering away at his skull. Slowly, he turns his head to
the side and finds Tom seated in an armchair by the bed.
''My Lord.'' 
''It seems that Sleeping Beauty has finally decided to wake up.'' Tom jokes
lightly as he takes hold of the boy's right hand. ''Don't look so surprised, my
dear boy. I did grow up in a Muggle orphanage.''
''How long was I out for?''
''Three days. I should tell them that you're awake, but I think I prefer to
have you all to myself for awhile more.'' Tom murmurs, showing a rare display
of affection as he lovingly kisses the centre of Harry's palm. ''I was...well,
I suppose there is no other way to put it, terribly worried.''
''Worried that I wouldn't be able to conceive anymore? What use would I be
then?''
Harry had meant it as a joke honestly. He didn't mean anything by it, but the
way Tom's expression hardened told him that he shouldn't have said it. The grip
around his hand tightens and Harry could feel the sudden spike of Tom's magic
in him. With their magic more or less successfully linked together, it would
usually create a sort of firm pressure, as if someone or something was wrapping
itself up around Harry. But now, in his weak state, it felt
downright suffocating.
''Do you think that is all that I care about, Harry? That your life
means nothing to me?''
''Tom.'' Harry gasps out, attempting to wrench his hand free. ''Tom, your
magic...please. It hurts.''
At the boy's distressed whimper, Tom immediately loosens his grip and he moves
to cup Harry's face in his palms instead, gazing straight into the boy's eyes.
''Harry. I will only say this once. You, my dear, are as important to me as the
child that you are carrying inside of you.''
''My Lord, I-...wait, the child that I'm carrying? But it can't be.''
''Two months pregnant, Harry.''
Instinctively, Harry places a hand over his belly, still somewhat trying to let
the fact sink in that he's actually pregnant. He doesn't manage to hide his shy
smile when Tom lightly kisses him on the forehead and it's sort of odd. Simply
because he now knows that he is important to the Dark Lord after all.
''I'll have Tom run a few more checks on you just to make sure you're well and
truly alright.''
Once Harry has sufficiently reassured his father, James, Ron and Hermione that
he's really alright and yes, he's pregnant (much to Hermione's delighted squeal
and Ron's ''It's a bit weird and everything, I guess. But can I still be
godfather?''), Healer Tom is finally allowed in to run a few checks. 
''Am I really pregnant?'' Is the first thing that Harry asks when the healer
pops in with his bag.
The middle-aged man chuckles warmly, ''That you are, boy.''
''I don't really feel pregnant.''
''You will soon.'' The healer touches the tip of his wand to Harry's belly,
murmuring the incantation under his breath. ''The earliest a baby bump will
show is by the eighth week. After that, you might experience an increase in
appetite and mood changes. Nausea and increased urination as well.'' The door
swings open and the Dark Lord strides in. ''Ah, my Lord. I was just telling
young Harry here how wonderful pregnancy can be.'' Harry snorts.
The healer light taps his wand against Harry's belly again, a pale blue light
showing at the tip.
''Merlin. How did I miss this?'' The healer mutters in wonder to himself, once
again repeating the same incantation under his breath.
''What is it, Tom?'' The Dark Lord asks, his arm immediately coming around to
wrap around Harry's shoulder at the boy's alarmed look.
''Is it bad? Is there something wrong?''
''Far from wrong. My Lord, your boy is carrying twins.''
x.x.x
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Mate *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Holidays everyone! Hope that everyone's having a good holiday
     so far? I've been baking cookies and stuff and it's so very festive-
     ish over here. Quite a short chapter, but I'm planning on making the
     next one longer. Again, thank you so much for the attention that
     you're giving to this fic!
     Happy Holidays guys!
Being on bed rest for two weeks to fully recuperate, under the strict
supervision of Falkey, means that Harry has missed quite a few Death Eater
meetings. Though Draco usually keeps him updated of the recent happenings, it's
still different. Harry had no idea that being on bed rest could be so dull and
to be honest, he's glad to be up and about again.
He strides into the room where the meeting will be held and the first thing he
hears is Hermione and Ron bickering. Or flirting. Funnily enough, the familiar
sight of them arguing puts a smile on his face. Harry's about to make his way
towards them when he's suddenly blocked by a large figure.
''Harry.''
''Rowle.''
Thorfinn Rowle. One of the Death Eaters that Ron, Hermione and Harry had grown
close with throughout the past few months. Honestly, out of all of them, it was
a huge surprise that they could actually get along together considering Rowle's
personality. Though aggressive and physically intimidating, he was actually
quite smart and witty when he wanted to be. Not to mention that Rowle is the
best person to be paired with on an assignment. 
''Dolohov and I heard what happened to you. Glad to see that you're up and
about again.''
''I'm glad to be up and about again. Being on bed rest was driving me crazy.''
They walked towards their seats, Harry slipping into the empty seat next to
Hermione and Rowle taking his place next to Dolohov. The man, initially, had
not been entirely fond of Harry. As someone who has served the Dark Lord
for years, Dolohov had felt somewhat...threatened by all the changes.
Especially allowing a Muggleborn to join their ranks. But after being paired up
with Harry on a few assignments, even Dolohov had to grudgingly admit that the
boy was quite capable afterall. It was only quite recently that the both of
themselves being much more civil towards each other.
''Now, what are you two lovebirds arguing about this time?''
''Ha ha, very funny, Harry.'' Hermione snaps, and Harry wants to point out that
her cheeks are pink but thinks better of it when he sees the thick book on her
lap.
Ron and Hermione cease their bickering long enough to fill him in on the recent
happenings in school (with a lot of eye-rolling from Hermione the moment Ron
mentions Lavender's name). Glancing around, Harry notices that there are a few
empty seats around the table. 
''I think Draco probably mentioned it to you already. Sirius and Severus are
away on Order business. The Order has been meeting up much more frequently
these days.''
''Did they manage to find him? The Auror who used the Sectumsempra spell on
me?''
''Dawlish?'' Ron points out. ''Heard from my dad that he's nowhere to be found.
But I don't think he'll be able to hide any longer, especially with the Death
Eaters out for his blood.''
The conversations around the table dies off the moment Tom steps into the room,
wordlessly commanding their attention with his presence. It's ridiculously
how attractive Harry finds him at the moment and instinctively, he places a
palm over his belly as if to remind himself of the fact that yes, he's pregnant
with twins.
''Before we begin, there is something that I wish to announce.'' Hermione
squeezes Harry's knee under the table when he starts jiggling his left leg.
''Over the past years, I am certain that most of you are aware that I am in
search of someone who is capable of bearing me a heir. Only the youngest child
from a pureblooded family will be capable of doing so.'' Everyone around the
table is completely silent and Harry fidgets slightly in his seat, wincing when
Hermione pinches him on the thigh. Since then, many have offered me their sons
and daughters.'' The Dark Lord pauses for a moment and Harry can clearly see
that Tom is enjoying the way everyone's hanging on to his every word.
Lucius isn't even bothering to hide the smug expression on his face, only
switching to a mask of indifference when Narcissa taps him sharply on the
thigh.
''It gives me great pleasure to announce that Lucius's youngest son, Harry
Malfoy, will bear me the heir that I so desire and as we speak right now, he is
already two months into his pregnancy with twins.''
As expected, murmurs and whisperings full of disbelief broke out around the
table and Harry made sure to hold his head up high, as if daring them to say
something bad about it. He is a Malfoy afterall. 
''With that being said, I will not tolerate anyone who dares to aggravate Harry
or deliberately attempt to cause him harm. Is that understood, Yaxley?''
Yaxley flinches at being singled out, stuttering a, ''Y-yes, my...my Lord.''
At the end of the meeting, it comes as a surprise for him when most of them
come up to Harry after the meeting to offer their sincere congratulations.
Harry could see it - the newfound awe and respect in their eyes. Is this what
being powerful feels like?
Yaxley, unsurprisingly, did not seem all too eager like the rest of them.
''I do not know how you bewitched the Dark Lord, Potter, but-''
''Bewitch?'' Harry echoes with a disbelieving laugh. ''Honestly, Yaxley, do you
really think that someone like me is capable of bewitching someone as powerful
as the Dark Lord? I mean, I'm aware that you're not exactly bright, but surely
you're not so stupid?''
''How dare you.'' Yaxley hisses threateningly, hand already slipping into his
robes. ''I have served the Dark Lord far longer than you have-''
''Yaxley.'' Both Dolohov and Rowle move to stand behind Harry, Rowle's voice a
quiet warning. ''It would be wise of you to heed the Dark Lord's warning. Loyal
servant or not, he will not hesitate to kill you should you lay even a finger
on Harry.''
The Death Eater falters slightly at both Dolohov's and Rowle's presence and
with a glare filled with contempt, Yaxley turns around and angrily stalks out
of the room.
x.x.x
Harry's got a noticeable baby bump now that he's already six months into his
pregnancy. Narcissa and Bellatrix won't stop fussing over him and it seems that
their enthusiasm in picking out baby clothes and other knick knacks has rubbed
off on Hermione as well. Though it is nice to see his Aunt Trix and Hermione
getting along.
''If you think I'm excited, you should see you father.'' Narcissa tells him,
rifling through the different shopping bags on the table. ''We spent the whole
afternoon going through the family heirlooms that Abraxas left behind.''
Hermione sets down a couple of books in front of Harry, ''Can you believe that
they actually sell books related to the Dark Arts for kids? I found these in a
shop tucked in a corner in Knockturn Alley.''
''Merlin, as if their father isn't evil enough.'' Harry says jokingly, raising
an eyebrow at the title before flipping through the book. ''Are you certain
that this is actually for kids?'' He asks, gesturing to a detailed illustration
of someone being split apart. ''You've been hanging out far too much with Aunt
Trix.''
''Are you ladies done hogging my dear Harry?''
Harry brightens up at the familiar figure standing in the doorway, ''James!''
The Head Auror laughs as he strolls into the sitting room, still clad in his
work robes, and he whistles lowly when he sees the amount of shopping bags on
the floor.
''You just spent time with him yesterday, James.'' Hermione remarks teasingly
but still, Narcissa and her gets ready to leave, both of them kissing Harry on
the forehead. ''See you later, Harry.''
James drops a small bag onto Harry's lap, ''You mentioned yesterday that you're
craving for toffees, so I got you some.'' He cards his fingers though the boy's
hair before affectionately kissing the side of his head. ''How are you feeling
today?'' Gently, he places his palm on top of Harry's belly. ''You two better
behave yourself and not give your papa a hard time.''
Harry sees it; the longing in James's eyes as he lovingly strokes his palm over
Harry's swollen belly.
''I envy him.'' James finally says, not raising his head up to look at his boy
in the eyes. ''That he gets to experience this with you. I can't help thinking
that it should be me.'' With a sigh, he finally lifts his head up. ''Don't get
me wrong, Harry. I don't blame you, not at all. Because I know that, one day,
it's going to be my child that you'll be carrying.''
Quietly, Harry places his hand on top of James's and squeezes it in a
comforting manner. They've discussed this before in detail and he knows that
James understands him. That the both of them understand each other well enough
to keep their unique relationship going.
''The manor feels terribly quiet without you around. I can't believe that I'm
saying this, but I actually miss having you nag at me to take care of myself.''
Harry chuckles and lightly swats at the older male's arm, ''Don't think that
you can go back to skipping your meals and smoking too much just because I'm
not around, James Potter.''
''Trust me, I wouldn't dare.''
''Daddy?''
''Yes, love?''
''I miss having you around too, daddy.''
x.x.x
Harry does not know where this pressing need for him to be near Tom is coming
from. All he knows is that he needs the male's comforting presence. Deciding
that he no longer wants to work on his assignments for now, Harry sets his
quill down and very carefully inches himself out of the chair. There's no
choice but for him to do most of his learning at home now that he's pregnant.
The prickling intensifies and Harry curses Tom for not being around at that
moment. Ever since they've managed to successfully link their magic a few
months ago, Harry's prone to feeling uncomfortable sometimes each time they're
apart. Healer Tom had also mentioned that a reason could be was that Harry was
in a sort of 'vulnerable' state with him being pregnant and everything.
Tom's probably in a meeting and holed up in his study. Harry considers calling
for Falkey and asking the house elf just where that blasted man is but thinks
better of it. If he calls for the house elf, there's no doubt that Falkey is
going to make a fuss of him moving about on his own. Seriously. He's pregnant.
Not an invalid.
Slowly, Harry navigates his way towards Tom's study, stopping a couple of times
each time he feels out of breath. By the time he's outside the door, Harry's
feet is aching. And he has a sudden craving for speculoos cheesecake. Hm. Maybe
later. The moment Harry closes his fingers around the brass doorknob, the snake
curled around it uncoils itself, allowing Harry entry into the room.
''Harry?'' Tom's out of his chair the moment he sees the boy in the doorway.
''Are you not feeling well?''
''My Lord, I'm fine.'' Harry assures him. ''I...I just...''
It seems silly to tell Tom that Harry just needs to be around him at that
moment and it's then that he realizes that the uncomfortable prickly feeling is
gone. He feels much more at ease now.
''My Lord, can I...I understand that you probably still have a lot more to do,
but can I...can I just sit here? I promise I won't disturb you-'' And Harry
feels like crying all of a sudden?
Damn fucking pregnancy hormones.
''Harry...'' Tom truly looks alarmed now as he approaches Harry, drawing the
boy in against him.
''I'm s-sorry.'' Harry blubbers, hiding his face against the older male's
chest, feeling all kinds of stupid at that exact moment. ''I hate that I feel
like I need to be around you every second of the day and it's horrible, because
I know there's a lot that you need to do and I just always miss you, and I
really want cheesecake now.''
 Tom doesn't manage to hide his smile at the last bit, ''Harry, whatever am I
going to do with you?''
Harry manages a watery smile, starting to feel slightly silly for allowing his
emotions to take control of him. He manages to persuade Tom to continue with
his work and that he's fine with napping on the sofa. It takes some time for
Harry to find a comfortable position, even with all the pillows stacked behind
him but finally, he manages to find one that's comfortable enough. 
''You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.'' Tom murmurs against
Harry's cheek, eyes darkening slightly at the sight of Harry's swollen belly.
''Heavy and swollen with my children.''
''If you continue to talk like that, you won't be getting any work done. Trust
me.''
They kiss slowly, a hint of sweetness in it, before Tom reluctantly pulls away
to return to his desk. Harry is right. Tom has learned over the past few months
that he is more than easily distracted when it comes to Harry. It's a
distraction which he's all too willing to indulge in actually.
The scratch of the quill against parchment paper and Tom's presence is enough
to provide Harry with a sense of security and soon enough, he finds himself
getting drowsy. It's no surprise when he drifts off a few minutes later.
Harry isn't certain how long he's napped for but all he knows is that he feels
quite well-rested. He still feels far too lazy to open his eyes, content to
remain on the sofa for a while more and that's when Harry realizes that there's
someone else in the room having a conversation with Tom.
''You are fond of the boy, Master.''
''What I feel for the boy goes beyond 'fond', Nagini.''
It's...Parseltongue. Harry has heard Tom speak in Parseltongue countless of
times but not once has he managed to understand what's being said. It doesn't
help that Tom is aware of the fact that Harry has a thing for him speaking in
Parseltongue. Harry has lost count of the times he's been reduced to a puddle
of goo each time Tom speaks to him in that language while he fucks Harry. 
But how is he able to understand it now? Brows furrowing in confusion, Harry
remains still, waiting for the both of them to continue. Fine, it's wrong to
eavesdrop, but it's not exactly his fault that he can actually understand
Parseltongue now.
''Love, Master?''
''It is highly amusing how I used to detest that word, Nagini. But perhaps,
yes, that is what I feel for Harry.''
''I approve of the boy, Master. He is capable of ruling by your side.''
''I do have to agree. That boy can be devious.''
Harry has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
''Nagini?''
''Yes, Master?''
''I intend on taking Harry as my mate.''
x.x.x
***** Love and Misunderstandings *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Harry and Tom hit their first rough patch, and both Lucius
     and Draco show Harry just how much they've missed him.
Chapter Notes
     Some of you are wondering what's going to happen to Harry/James/
     Lucius now that the Dark Lord intends to make Harry his mate and all
     I can say is.....don't worry ;) They're still going to be part of
     Harry's life. They're just taking a backseat in the story for now!
     Anyway, hopefully you guys will enjoy this chapter because
     finally....some sex HAHAH.
     If any of you wish to suggest anything or feedback things about the
     stories or just generally spazz about HP, do feel free to tweet me
     (leave a comment for my u/n). The next update will probably be
     sometime around/after New Year. Ta!
Harry has always been fond of the cold weather, which is why he doesn't really
mind standing outside at the balcony to enjoy the chill of the evening air.
Gazing up at the inky sky, Harry idly strokes a palm over the swell of his
belly. Though his back and feet have been aching the whole day, he refuses to
retreat to the comfort of the bedroom just yet.
''Harry.''
The boy simply relaxes against the figure behind him as a pair of arms come to
rest around his waist. Harry grimaces when he feels a little kick, turning his
head to the side to address the Dark Lord.
''I think they're reacting to your touch.'' He comments with a fond smile,
resting his own hands on top of Tom's. ''Did you feel that?''
''It's...fascinating.'' It's both amusing and endearing to witness for himself
how fascinated Tom is at each progress of Harry's pregnancy. He hugs the boy
tighter against him when he feels another slight movement. ''That aside, you
barely touched your food during dinner. Are you feeling unwell?''
''I do not have much of an appetite tonight, my Lord.''
Harry allows Tom to turn him around so that they're facing each other and
although they've been together for months, he still finds those red eyes
somewhat intimidating to gaze at. Especially in such close proximity.
''You are troubled by something.''
''My Lord...''
''It is futile to lie to me, Harry.'' Tom cuts him off sternly, lightly
gripping at the boy's wrist to prevent him from turning away. ''Not when the
link between us tells me so.''
Lying is definitely out of the question. Besides, it is true that Harry has
been feeling troubled about something lately. To be much more specific - the
exchange that he had heard between the Dark Lord and Nagini a few nights ago.
Tom's gaze on him feels like a persistent, heavy weight and Harry remains
silent, unsure as to how he should go about saying it. After awhile, he finally
musters up the courage to maintain eye contact with the older male,
''I can understand, my Lord.''
It's Harry's first attempt at speaking Parseltongue, but oddly, the language
comes naturally to him as if he's been speaking it his whole life. It's amazing
to hear for himself how easily the words curl and roll off his tongue so
fluently. 
''Parseltongue.'' Tom murmurs, more to himself, and his eyes narrow a fraction
with barely disguised interest. ''The healer did mention that you will inherit
some of my abilities with the linkage of our magic, but I have to admit that I
was quite skeptical about it. When did you find find out?''
Harry attempts to sound nonchalant when he answers, but fails when his voice
trembles, ''That night...when you were speaking to Nagini.''
He keeps his gaze fixed on the Dark Lord, intent on seeing the male's
expression at the confession.
''Ah.'' Harry sees the realization dawn on his lover's face. ''I suppose you
have been feeling troubled over what you heard.'' Bullseye. ''Am I right,
Harry?''
Reluctantly, the boy nods his head. There really is no point in denying it at
this point of time.
''Why?'' The Dark Lord sounds earnestly curious. ''Does the idea of being my
mate not appeal to you, my dear boy?''
''It's not that.'' Harry stresses out. ''My Lord, you're aware of the
relationship that I have with my Father and James.''
''Very much so.'' He detects a silent ''unfortunately'' at the end.
''The relationship that I have with them is different from what we have, my
Lord. I...I am flattered that you're even considering the idea of taking me as
your mate. But my Lord, you must understand that I can never be fully yours.
Not when I have James and Father as well.''
The silence that hangs in the air tells Harry that that particular thought has
not crossed Tom's mind at all.
''Do you see it now?'' Harry asks him softly. ''I know you, my Lord. You're a
possessive man, not one to share what he has managed to acquire for himself.''
He continues quietly, stroking a thumb against the underside of the Dark Lord's
wrist. ''You absolutely detest it - the thought of someone else owning what is
yours. I can't be your mate if you are unable to accept the fact that the both
of them are part of my life as well. They always will be.'' Tenderly, he cups
Tom's face in his palms, gazing up at him. ''This is not a rejection, my
Lord...but I do hope that you will think about it. I have no doubt that I will
be well-cared for should I choose to stay by your side. But I need you to
understand how important both James and Father are to me as well.''
It's slightly worrying that Tom isn't saying anything, but Harry feels much
more relieved now that he's managed to get his point across. Thinking that the
other might need some time to mull over his words, Harry chastely kisses him on
the cheek before retreating to the bedroom to get ready to retire for the
night. Sleep doesn't come easily and when Tom finally joins him in bed half an
hour later, he's still silent.
''Are you upset with me?''
''I have no reason to be upset with you, Harry.''
''My Lord...''
''Harry.''
The tone that Tom uses tells Harry that he does not wish to continue discussing
it any longer.
A small part of Harry can't help but to think that he has somewhat fucked
things up.
x.x.x
The next morning, Harry wakes up to find that the other side of the bed is
already empty and Falkey informs him that the Dark Lord will not be joining him
for breakfast due to an urgent matter. Harry starts getting ready for the day
with a heavy heart, the words he had uttered to Tom yesterday replaying in his
head. Had he somehow said something that might have offended Tom? Did Tom
finally realize how complicated it would be to continue this arrangement
between them?
Attempting to calm down and not jump to conclusions just yet, Harry tries to
test the connection between them to gauge the Dark Lord's emotions. He furrows
his brows in confusion when he senses nothing, attempting it once
more. Nothing. Which can only mean one thing.
Tom is deliberately blocking him out.
Throughout the six months that they've been together, not once has it happened
before.
Feeling nauseous all of a sudden from the sudden dread that overwhelms him,
Harry ambles towards the bathroom as quickly as he can and spends the next few
minutes dry-heaving into the toilet bowl. He clutches at the edge of the seat,
palms clammy and chest heaving and the taste of bile in his mouth makes him
want to retch again. If Tom was here, he'd rub Harry's back and...
Does he not want me anymore after what I said yesterday?
His actions are mechanical as he showers and dresses. Perhaps it would be best
if he spends the day at Malfoy manor instead of the Riddle house. He
contemplates if he should inform Tom, but the thought of facing the male fills
him with uncertainty. Harry isn't one to run away from his problems. His father
has taught him better than that, but then again, he hasn't exactly encountered
rejection before either.
In his condition, even something as simple as Disapparating poses a risk for
him. The Dark Lord would kill him should he find out, especially since he has
made it clear that Harry should either inform him or an house elf should he
decided to go somewhere. In a fit of rebellion, he decides that he'll do it
anyway. Not like he cares anyway, Harry thinks bitterly to himself as he steps
past the main gates.
x.x.x
All it takes is one look for Lucius to know that something, or someone, has
upset Harry. He choose to say nothing yet and simply observes his youngest son
as the boy makes himself comfortable, laying down on his side with his head
pillowed on his father's lap. It might seem odd, but he finds the swell of
Harry's belly somewhat arousing. He can't help but to think what it'd be like
if it was his children Harry was carrying instead. But seeing the forlorn look
on his son's make distracts him from his indecent thoughts.
''You are upset.''
The dark-haired boy peeks up at him and Lucius listens patiently as Harry
spills out what has happened. To hear that the Dark Lord has the intention to
take his son as a mate does not surprise him. It was only a matter of time.
Having served the Dark Lord for years has taught Lucius that once the Dark Lord
has set his eyes on something, or someone, he will go through any means to
attain it. And now, what he wants is to possess Harry. To make the boy
completely his.
To own him heart, mind, body and soul.
''I would have thought that you would be pleased that the Dark Lord intends to
make you his mate, Harry.''
''Of course I am, Father. But...it's not that simple.'' The boy stresses out in
frustration, lips thinning slightly. ''As much as I love being with him,
I still love you and James. That will never change. What if he mates with me
and then decides that he can't accept the fact that he has to share me? What is
he going to do then? Kill the both of you? Lock me up?'' Harry asks in an
agitated manner.
''The Dark Lord, though cruel, is a man of reason, my boy. He treasures you.''
''He wouldn't be treating me like this if he felt that way, Father. He...he
deliberately blocked our connection.'' The boy whispers, sounding a tad
distraught by that fact. ''What if he doesn't want me anymore?''
''Silly boy, he would be a fool not to want you and a fool he is not. The Dark
Lord knows a gem when he sees one, Harry. Why do you think he intends on taking
you as his mate? Do you realize what that means? That he wants you to rule by
his side as well.''
Harry gnaws on his bottom lip distractedly as he mulls over his father's words,
and the older Malfoy carefully shifts so that they're lying side by side. He
slips an arm under the boy's head, knowing that his dear son is in need of a
distraction. It's selfish of him to want to satisfy his urges, yet comfort his
son at the same time.
''You do not realize just how precious you are, Harry.'' Lucius murmurs as he
carefully turns the boy over to lay on his side, pressing up against him from
behind. ''The Dark Lord is not a fool, my dear boy. Letting you slip through
his fingers will be the last thing that he plans to do.''
Lucius slowly inches the waistband of Harry's pants down his hips, slipping a
hand down to tease at the boy's crack with the tip of his finger. His boy makes
a muffled whining sound as he subtly presses his ass back in a silent demand
for more. Always so demanding.
''I have to confess that seeing you like this...'' Lucius breathes out against
Harry's nape, repeatedly mouthing warm kisses against the same spot. ''...makes
me imagine what it would be like if was my children that you are carrying
instead. How wrong and inappropriate it would be...a father impregnating his
own son.'' Lucius's cock plumps up in the confines of his pants at his own
words.
''It's not wrong if I want it.'' The boy retorts playfully, reaching a hand
back to further push his pants back until they're bunched up around his thighs.
''But you'll have to wait in line. I don't think James will be too happy if you
get me pregnant first.''
Lucius husks out a laugh, ''Well, I might do just that to spite him.'' That
earns him a light slap on the thigh.
He pushes his own pants down enough to allow his cock to bob up against his
belly, eagerly rubbing the firm flesh between his son's soft ass cheeks. Harry
turns his head and Lucius shifts a little so that they can easily kiss, their
tongues slipping and curling wetly as he ruts up against the boy's pert ass.
It's nothing like their usual rough and heated sessions that they usually
engage in, but it's enough for now. They're still kissing when the door to
Harry's bedroom swings open, revealing Draco in the doorway.
''Dobby told me that you're here-''
Distractedly, Harry pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips
together. 
''Draco.'' Harry, that little minx, purrs. ''Come join us.''
Draco slips into the room and nudges the door close with one foot, fingers
already working on the buttons of his pressed slacks. It's not the first time
that Lucius and he are sharing Harry, and he's eager, especially since his
younger brother hasn't been around lately. Pants discarded and shirt half-
unbuttoned, Draco climbs up onto the bed and scoots closer until he's kneeling
by the boy's head, allowing his brother to mouth at his cock through his grey
briefs. Harry has a hand placed over his baby bump and it should feel wrong,
shouldn't it? Draco all too willing to allow his pregnant younger brother to
suck his cock while their father fucks him in the ass?
If anything, it makes Draco's cock twitch even more.
He watches, gaze dark and hot as Lucius teases the rim of Harry's hole with the
bulbous tip of his cock, slapping it against the boy's smooth, hairless rim.
Harry, with a mouthful of his brother's cock, simply whines as he pushes his
ass back. Draco has a firm grip around his younger brother's nape, holding his
head in place as he earnestly fucks into the boy's mouth, watching raptly at
the way those lips stretch wetly around the thick girth. He's not even
attempting to be gentle at all, the room soon filled with the muted sounds of
his brother gagging and choking.
''Fuck, Harry.'' Draco grits out, gaze drawn to the sight of his brother's
heavy baby bump swaying slightly each time he move his body. ''Merlin, this is
so wrong. If Hell doesn't exist before, it definitely does now.''
Harry accidentally grazes his teeth against Draco's cock when Lucius finally
manages to ease the thick head of his engorged cock past the tight ring of
muscles and above him, Draco swears at the sharp zing of pain. Harry finds that
he honestly is unable to describe the satisfying feeling of being used by both
his brother and father; Draco's cock wide and heavy on his tongue, precum
oozing heavily from the slit and his father's swollen cock snug and deep in his
ass, throbbing warmly inside of him.
''Look at you. Pregnant and yet still so greedy and eager for cock.'' Lucius
teases, the rings around his fingers leaving marks against Harry's skin as he
firmly grips the boy by the hips. ''You'd let me do it, wouldn't you, my dear
boy? You'd let me, your own father, impregnate you.'' Harry can only moan
around Draco's cock in response and his jaw is starting to ache from thee rough
face-fucking.
Draco harshly tugs at his brother's damp hair as he fucks into the moist, warm
heat of Harry's mouth, ''Fuck, I know you'll spread your legs for anyone,
Harry. Anyone who can give you a good, solid fuck. You sucked Blaise off in
third year, didn't you? I heard him telling Flint what a great fuck you were.
How readily you spread your legs for him in the changing room like an obedient
little slut.''
The last word that Draco utters gets to him and it spurs him on to prove just
how right his brother is. With the way Harry is so tight and wet around his
cock, there's no way that Lucius will be able to drag this out. It physically
hurts for him to even squeeze the rest of his cock in, the boy's muscles
immediately clamping up around him as if attempting to suck him in. Draco isn't
doing any better at all, looking wrecked as Harry sloppily works on his cock as
if he's starving from it, saliva coating his chin and his lips red and puffy
from the rough treatment. 
Lucius recalls that one time when he had fucked Harry in the ass while his
older son pounded into Harry's pussy back when he was still under the effect of
the genitalia-changing potion. They had made sure to plug Harry up with their
cum and by the time Draco was finger-fucking his pussy for the fourth time that
evening, Harry was so sensitive that he practically made a complete mess of the
bedsheets. And Draco had latched his mouth to his brother's pussy, drinking up
every single drop.
He fucks into Harry with short, sharp thrusts, making sure that he jabs at the
boy's prostate each time he drives his cock back in. Lucius watches as Draco
slips his cock out from Harry's mouth, the flesh glistening with saliva. Draco
shuffles forward on his knees and rubs the wet tip of his cock all over his
brother's swollen belly, smearing the stretched skin with sticky, white pre-
cum. He shares a look with his father and Lucius manages a couple more thrusts
before he pulls out. Lucius prefers finishing in Harry mostly. It's much more
satisfying and in a way, it's his way of marking the boy. Harry isn't too fond
of getting it on his face on most days, especially after that one incident
where James had been too eager and had gotten most of his spunk on the boy's
eye, which led to a whole lot of swearing and yelling since it actually burns.
Harry moves a whole lot slower now that he's heavily pregnant, turning over
onto his back and watching intently as both his father and brother fist their
cocks on either side of him. It's both arousing and filthy on a whole new level
and it reminds Harry just how very wrong it is that they're engaging in this.
Not that he gives a shit anyway.
He's long thrown away his morals ever since he started sleeping with his
father.
Draco hunches over Harry, his handsome face pinched with concentration as he
works his cock into his fist. He rubs his cock against Harry's belly once,
twice, thrice and then comes with a breathless grunt, streaks of his thick
release splashing all over his younger brother's belly. Lucius adds on to the
mess a few seconds later and using their fingers, both of them rub their semen
all over the boy's belly until Harry's skin is sticky and glistening with their
release.
''Fuck, that was ridiculously hot.'' Draco says raggedly, bending down to give
his brother a proper kiss, all tongues and teeth. ''I definitely needed that.''
Draco reaches for his wand and casts a simple cleaning spell.
Clean and warm under the covers, Harry takes hold of Lucius's hand and squeezes
it faintly.
''Thank you, daddy.''
x.x.x
It's the dream that wakes him up.
Harry wakes up feeling very much distressed and it takes him a few seconds to
realize that he's back in his bedroom at Malfoy manor. Just a dream, Harry, he
tells himself. But his heart is still thumping madly against his ribcage and
the fear that he had experienced in the dream lingers at the edge.
It had felt so...vivid. So real.
In his dream, Harry and the twins had come to some sort of harm at the hands of
the Order and there had been blood. Lots of it. Thick puddles of blood. The
shrill cries of the twins. It was the terror that had caused him to wake up.
Harry attempts to calm himself down as his breathing starts to quicken and a
distressed whine forces its way up his throat. Protectively, he wraps his arms
around his belly, assuring himself over and over again that it had just been a
particularly bad dream.
He flinches when the bedroom door swings open, the Dark Lord himself string
into the room with Lucius and Draco behind him.
''My Lord-''
''Harry.'' Tom gently pulls Harry into his arms the moment he reaches the side
of the bed. ''Are you alright? What happened?'' The Dark Lord demands.
Bewildered, Harry shifts his gaze to both his father and brother, but both of
them looked equally confused as well by the question.
''My Lord, I'm fine. I don't understand-''
''Harry, you were so distressed that you managed to bring down the temporary
block that I had put up. What in the world were you thinking? Leaving the manor
without informing me or Falkey? Anything could have happened to you-''
It's the fresh wave of anger that makes Harry bold and he actually pushes Tom
away indignantly, ''Let me remind you that it was you who blocked me out, my
Lord.'' He answers scathingly.
Guilt is a look that Harry or the others have not seen before on the Dark
Lord's face. But Harry is too irritated to even feel surprised.
''You're the one who disappeared this morning.'' He continues, and out of the
corner of his eye, he sees both Lucius and Draco slowly inching out of the
room. ''You can't blame me for thinking negatively.'' He refuses to cry or show
how deeply hurt he is by Tom's actions. ''Look, just...leave me alone for
now.'' Harry pleads, struggling half-heartedly when Tom takes hold of his
hands. 
''You were right.''
Harry stills.
''What...?''
''What you said yesterday.'' Harry can see how difficult it is for Tom to
utters those words, to admit that he is the one at fault. ''I am a possessive
man, Harry. This...what you've seen so far, this is nothing. You cannot blame
me for wanting you all to myself, my dear boy. Sharing...is a concept that is
entirely foreign to me.'' He grips at Harry's chin with his fingers, forcing
the boy to meet his gaze. ''There are times when I absolutely detest this link
that we have forged. When I can feel the pleasure that you experience whenever
you're with either one of them. The love that you have for both of them.''
''My Lord...''
''There is nothing that I won't do to make you completely mine, Harry. I could
wipe your memories, but that is not what I want. I could mate with you against
your will and you will have no choice but to stay with me, but again...that is
not what I want. It is your willingness in wanting to be possessed that makes
you so desirable, my dear boy. And that is what I want. For you to
be mine willingly.''
Harry rests both his hands on Tom's shoulders and for the first time since
they've met, Tom seems entirely...human. There is no trace of 'Lord Voldemort'
in him at that moment, but simply Tom.
''My Lord, I am more than willing. But only misery awaits us if you force it,
my Lord. Selfish as it may sound, both Father and James are a part of my life
as well.''
Tom simply heaves a sigh, ''Sometimes, I wonder if you are a curse or a
blessing to me, Harry. You make me feel emotions that I have long buried and I
do not like it. Because it reminds me that perhaps, I am like the rest of them.
Weak. Human.'' He utters those two words with distaste, but his actions are
gentle as he strokes at Harry's cheek.
''And if I am willing to share you?
''Then a part of me will be yours. The rare gem to be added to your
collection. Yours to possess.''
The Dark Lord's eyes darkens at Harry's words.
''Then perhaps I am damned afterall.''
***** Help Needed!Please Vote! *****
Chapter Notes
     /exits Hell because...HELP NEEDED/
Hi guys!
As Queen of Hell, I demand that all of you...HAHA, okay no, I kid.
So...I really need help in deciding the names for Harry's twin sons (they're
male...so yes, help needed!!). I already have a few names in mind, but if any
of you have any suggestions whatsoever, do share it with me :) Your help will
be greatly appreciated!
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***** Mylimasis *****
Chapter Summary
     ''Are you already telling our children to pursue world domination?''
     ''It's good to start early.''
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all for voting for the names + providing me with
     suggestions of your own. I truly appreciate it! I've finally decided
     on the names that I'll use for the twins for this fic. A special
     thank you to Of_Stories_Told for her suggestions (the names of the
     twins will be a combination of what I've picked + what she
     suggested). I will reserve a special place in Hell for you :>
     It's a little bit too late, but Happy New Year! May all you be
     blessed with the great things in life this 2016.And may the days
     ahead be filled with lots of happiness and laughter c:
See the end of the chapter for more notes
''I just don't get why you insist on doing it yourself when I have more than
enough house elves.''
Harry flashes a smile at Dimmy as she hands him two eggs, and he skillfully
cracks it into the mixing bowl, ''Because it's much more fun making it myself,
daddy.''
He had woken up that morning with an intense (and persistent) craving for
peanut butter chocolate chip cookies for some reason. At five-thirty in the
morning. Attempting to go back to sleep would be pointless and so, Harry had
slipped out of bed as he could so as not to bother James.
''Besides, no one's forcing you to sit here and watch me make cookies from
scratch.''
James raises his mug of tea to his lips, ''Well, I quite like this domestic
scent that I'm seeing. A very pregnant Harry Malfoy making cookies.''
''And hitting you on the head with a spatula for being so noisy.'' The boy adds
in jokingly, brandishing the wooden spatula in his hand at James.
James takes a sip of his warm chamomile tea before setting the mug down on the
table, slipping out of his seat to join Harry at the kitchen counter. He was
mixing the contents in the bowl with a determined expression and soon enough,
the kitchen was filled with the thick, creamy scent of peanut butter. James
shifts so that he's standing behind the boy, curling his arms around Harry's
shoulders.
''When's your next checkup with the healer?''
''This Thursday.''
''Are you finally going to ask him about the gender of twins?''
Harry pauses, ''I...I don't know.'' He answers uncertainly. ''I do want to
know. Tom too. But...'' Anxiously, Harry peers up at James, ''What if it's a
girl? I'm not saying that I'll love her any less or anything, but it's just...I
have this feeling that Tom would prefer to have sons rather than daughters.''
James tucks his chin on top of Harry's head, lightly swaying them left and
right on the spot, ''I don't think he's going to love you any less, love.'' He
plants a tender kiss against the side of the boy's head. ''Don't worry your
pretty little head over it.''
Absent-mindedly, Harry pokes at the now-forming cookie dough with his spatula,
''I know that you'd prefer a son over a daughter, right?''
The Head Auror hums his agreement, ''I do. My parents too. Although they didn't
say anything when Lily had the miscarriage, it was pretty obvious that they
were disappointed. My parents weren't too fond of her. Especially Father. He
was against the idea of me getting married to her, but I was really adamant
about it at that point of time. I should have listened to him.''
''Well, at least you're rid of her now.'' Harry answers matter-of-factly and
James nearly startles the other house elves in the kitchen with his boisterous
laughter. ''What? It's true.''
''You Malfoys are all so brutally honest.'' James says as he dips his head down
to kiss the side of Harry's neck, nearly causing the boy to drop the bowl in
his hands. ''Hm, true enough. If I hadn't met you, I'd probably still be stuck
in that rut of a marriage.''
With his chin tucked against Harry's shoulder, James can see for himself just
how round Harry's baby bump is now. It's probably just him, but he thinks that
the light cream oversized shirt (the flowy kind) that Harry is wearing makes
him look even more...soft. Kind of warm and snuggly and perfect. He's got the
whole 'pregnancy glow' thing going on and it makes James feel things. A mixture
of love, affection and...arousal. The frequency in which they have sex these
days had dwindled just a little. Mainly because Harry is already into the
eighth month of his pregnancy and James is trying to refrain from being too
rough with him. They're still having sex, Merlin forbid that they sop, but in a
more...toned down kind of way.
''That look on your face tells me that you're thinking with your dick right
now.'' Harry remarks as he taps at the tip of James's nose with the handle of
the spatula.
''Maybe? I can't help it. Merlin, do you have any idea how sexy you look?''
Harry flicks his gaze down, ''No, not really. I feel anything but sexy lately.
You're just horny.''
James grins as he gently thumbs at Harry's left nipple through the thin shirt,
''Perhaps. But you're so sensitive these days.'' Harry hisses softly in
response, arching his back slightly. ''See? Especially your nipples.'' As if to
prove his point, James bends his knees a little so that it's easier for him to
flick the tip of his tongue against the boy's nipple, teasing the stiffening
bud through the shirt.
At Harry's broken moan, James takes it as a sign to wrap his lips around it,
suckling eagerly as he toys with the other nipple with his hand, pinching and
rolling it between his calloused fingers. Harry clumsily sets the bowl down on
the counter before gripping at the edge to steady himself, clutching at James's
hair with the other and. The rest of the kitchen house elves are no longer
around, leaving only the both of them behind.
Though he has to admit that it is true that he's been much more sensitive
lately when it comes to being touched. Especially his nipples. He could come
from just having them played with...which happens to be James's favorite thing
to do lately. Harry's not exactly sure what's so attractive about him lately to
have James, Lucius and Tom gaze at him like a bunch of lovestruck fools. It's
not only them though. Harry is pretty damn certain that some of the other Death
Eaters want a piece of him as well, pregnant or not. Though Tom had made it
extremely clear that no one could bed Harry without his permission.
Harry emits a pain-pleasured hiss when James's teeth scrapes against the
sensitive flesh, repeating the motion over and over again until both of his
nipples starts to feel somewhat sore, but not in a bad way. By now, his nipples
are red and puffy and Harry knows that he's not going to last long. It doesn't
take long for Harry to reach his completion and although he did
practically nothing, he's starting to feel sort of fatigued. James slips his
cock out from his boxers, eyes dark with barely restrained arousal as he rubs
the tip of his cock against the underside of the boy's baby bump, grunting in
satisfaction as he smears precum all over the stretched skin.
James leans his forehead against Harry's shoulder as he jacks himself off,
occasionally grazing the head of his cock against the boy's baby bump and
that's what makes it hotter. It's messy when James finally comes, most of it
dripping down onto the floor and he smears whatever he manages to catch in the
palm of his hand all over Harry's belly.
''I think...'' Harry covers his mouth with his palm as he yawns. ''...I'll let
the house elves make the cookies for me afterall. I need a shower.''
x.x.x
Harry ambles down the hallway, a jar of crunchy peanut butter in one hand and a
spoon in the other. Learning of his recent craving to consume almost everything
with peanut butter lately, Hermione had actually purchased a few jars for him
to keep in the kitchen cabinet. He sticks the spoon into his mouth, imagining
at what his father's reaction might be should he see Harry being
so...unrefined. Wandering about the manor, though not encouraged by Tom (seeing
that there are plentiful of Dark Objects around the house that might
unknowingly affect him), is a way for Harry to take his mind off things. He's
got a checkup scheduled with the healer later on, and both Tom and he had
agreed that it was time that they find out the gender of the twins.
He can't help but to worry about what Tom's reaction during the checkup itself.
He wants to ask Tom about it, but what if the response that he receives it not
one that Harry wishes to hear? Honestly, he doesn't think he can deal with it
if he sees either disappointment or disgust on Tom's face later on. Just
thinking about it is making Harry feel nauseous and the peanut butter in his
mouth no longer tastes as good. Ambling into one of the reading rooms, Harry
sets the jar down on the table before slowly making his way to the window.
Breathing in the warm, crisp scent of the afternoon air manages to calm him
down a little, but it doesn't make his uncertainly disappear completely.
''Why is that you reek of both fear and worry, my lovely boy?''
Harry, slightly startled at Tom's sudden presence, flinches, ''Tom.'' He
chastises half-heartedly, narrowing his eyes at the male standing behind him.
''Aren't those two of your most favorite emotions? Worry and fear?'' He manages
to tease.
''Seeing it in other people, yes. But it is somehow...upsetting when it's
you.'' Tom answers after a few beats of silence, moving to subtly press himself
up against Harry to draw the boy against him. ''What has got you feeling so
troubled, Harry? I feigned ignorance for I thought you would come to me to talk
about it once you're ready, but it seems that you intend on shouldering it by
yourself.''
''My Lord...'' Harry leans his head back against Tom's shoulder. ''What would
you do if you end up having daughters?''
''Daughters...?''
''Are you going to throw me out? Find another person to bear you a son?''
''Whatever in the world gave you that idea, Harry?'' Tom, surprisingly, sounds
downright stumped. ''Why would I throw you out? I should punish you for even
assuming that I will do something like that to you. It matters not whether we
have daughters or sons, Harry, for they will still be ours. Do you honestly
think I would be so callous as to hate you after all that you're going through
for me?''
Pleasantly surprised at Tom's earnest response, Harry turns around slightly,
''Really? You really mean that?''
''You, my boy, worry about the most insignificant things.''
It would seem that all the (unnecessary) fretting that Harry has been doing
lately is unnecessary for Healer Tom announces during the checkup that both
his boys are well and healthy. He can practically hear Narcissa in his his head
saying, ''Oh, they're definitely going to be a handful.'' and Harry is certain
that this news will definitely bring joy to Lucius. It's honestly no surprise
that purebloods, though not all, have a tendency to favor sons over daughters.
''All is well, my Lord. There is a month left before Harry is due, so it would
be best to decide if he's going to give birth naturally, with the help of a
genitalia changing potion, or undergo a cesarean. With magic, of course. None
of that odd things that Muggle doctors do.''
Tom shares a look with Harry, ''Harry and I are still...discussing about this.
He prefers to give birth naturally, but I am well-aware that the risk is much
higher compared to a cesarean.''
''Quite true, my Lord. For men who opt for a natural birth, the potion can only
be consumed two days before he is due to give birth. There might be
complications-'' Harry winces when Tom's grip on his hand tightens. ''-
but...let us hope that nothing like that will happen. A cesarean, on the other
hand, poses much less of a risk.''
''Is there no potion that can reduce or completely diminish the chances of
complications occurring?''
''I'm afraid not, my Lord. You see, it's quite...complicated in a way. A person
might seem physically healthy just hours before giving birth, but you're not
exactly certain what might happen during the childbirth process itself.''
This time, the grimace on Harry's face is noticeable when Tom tightens his
grips again, ''You're not exactly helping.'' He complains to the healer.
Tom thinks that it's disconcerting to feel so strongly about someone. There's
no point in denying it because yes, Harry is far too precious for Tom
to lose him. He simply does not wish to entertain that thought. Not when he has
finally accepted the fact that the boy means everything to him. A small part of
him scoffs at that thought, but the worry that he feels at that moment
completely snuffs it out.
''My Lord?'' Harry gazes up at Tom with a soft smile. ''I will opt for a
cesarean if that is what you wish for me. Anything that will put your mind at
ease. All I wish for is for the twins to be delivered into this world safely.''
''Your well-being is just as important to me, Harry.'' He leans down to
chastely kiss Harry on the lips, uncaring of the fact that the healer was still
around. ''Mylimasis.''
Harry blinks at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, ''What does that mean?''
Tom simply grins in response and turns around to address the healer, ''It seems
that we've come to a decision, Tom.''
''Perfect. I will come by in another two weeks time to determine the exact due
date, my Lord. Have a pleasant day, young Harry. My Lord.''
Tom presses a pouch full of Galleons into the healer's palm and instructs
Falkey to escort him to the front door. Harry tugs insistently at the sleeve of
Tom's robe.
''You said something just now. What was it?''
''I'm not telling you just yet, my boy. Shall we talk a walk in the garden?''
''You hate the garden.''
Tom simply shrugs his shoulders, ''True. The only reason why I have the house
elves tending to it is because you wished for one. But...I am in
a very pleasant mood today.'' He gently rests both his hands on Harry's baby
bump, lowering down to softly kiss it, tone tinged with love as he
whispers, ''As tave myliu, my sons. Augti stiprus, and the world will
be yours.''
''Are you already telling our children to pursue world domination?''
''It's good to start early.''
 
x.x.x
 
 
''A month more. Are you...nervous?''
Harry sets his quill down at Hermione's question. Ron, seeing that Hermione was
distracted, takes a peek at the girl's Transfiguration essay, his quill
practically flying across the parchment.
''Positively terrified.'' Harry answers with a laugh. ''I mean, I've heard of
how painful natural childbirth can be, but since I'm opting for a cesarean...I
don't really have to worry about that.''
''Mom said it's like having period cramps.'' Ron adds in. ''But times ten the
pain.''
''Ron, I don't even know what period cramps feel like.''
The three of them end up laughing so hard that Harry was actually afraid that
he'd pass out from being breathless.
''We miss having you with us in school, mate. It's not the same really.'' Ron
lowers his voice slightly. ''I can't even skip certain classes anymore thanks
to Hermione.''
Hermione flashes her other best friend a dirty look, but nods her head in
agreement at his first sentence anyway, ''Are you planning on going back to
school after giving birth?''
''Probably not.'' Harry admits. ''I plan on dedicating most of time to raising
the twins. There's still the ceremony to plan since I've agreed to be Tom's
mate. Commit fully to being a Death Eater. School is the last thing on my mind
really. Father thinks it's probably better to be home-schooled. Until we manage
to seize Hogwarts, that is.''
''Hogwarts isn't the same anymore. The Order is aware that the Dark Lord will
most likely want to seize the school first, so they've got members of the Order
in Hogwarts.'' Hermione grimaces at the thought. ''You know the DADA? They've
got students to be on the lookout for anyone who might be ''potential Death
Eaters''.''
''Yeah, Snape's downright pissed since the Slytherins are the ones affected
most by it. It's ridiculous, I'm telling you.''
''It won't be long before we can take action. Tom thinks that we should wait
until Father becomes Minister. I'm not exactly sure what he's planning, but
it's definitely not looking pretty for the Order.
x.x.x
Dumbledore is conversing with one of his portraits when Lucius steps into the
Headmaster's office, and he's not all surprised to find James sitting in one of
the seats. With all the recent attacks on the Aurors and a handful of
Muggleborns (those who had chosen to pledge loyalty to Dumbledore), security at
Hogwarts was being tightened. Ridiculous. All these incompetent Aurors and
members of the Order prowling the school grounds.
''Ah. Lucius. To what do I owe this pleasure?''
Potter barely acknowledges him, but Lucius can see that the Head Auror is
trying his damndest not to grin. 
''Official Ministry business, Dumbledore. I am sure that you are aware of
Cornelius's condition.'' Lucius doesn't bother hiding his distaste. 
The Headmaster holds up his bowl of lemon sherbets, ''Ah, yes. Pity. Pity.
Especially so with the elections coming up. I believe that you will be running
for his position?''
''I am not here to make small talk with you, Dumbledore. The Ministry has been
receiving complaints that the members of the Order, and the students appointed
by them to form the 'DADA', are...abusing their authority.''
Dumbledore sinks into his seat and regards Lucius over the top of his glasses,
''Now, now Lucius. It is my responsibility to protect the safety and well-being
of the students that has been entrusted under my care.''
''And yet, those targeted for ''questioning'' mostly happens to be children of
pureblooded families. They are just that, Albus. Children.''
Dumbledore falls silent for a moment.
''There are times where you have to nip the problem in the bud early, Lucius.''
James clears his throat, ''I'm afraid that even I can't agree on that, Albus.
While the Order is recognized by the Ministry, the DADA is not. The students
do not have the authority to question other students. The Ministry rarely
concerns itself with Hogwarts's business, Albus, but Hogwarts will face a lot
of unnecessary trouble if this goes on. You do have to keep in mind that these
are pureblooded families we are talking about.''
Once they exit Dumbledore's office, both James and Lucius wait until they're
out of earshot before speaking.
''Did you see it, Lucius? He's doing this because he's desperate. It's a good
thing that they're not authorized to use Veritaserum.''
''Snape would inform us if Dumbledore is using Veritaserum to question the
students.'' Lucius answers as they briskly make their way down the corridor.
''He is not that foolish, Potter. Desperate, yes, but not foolish.''
x.x.x
Harry still insists on attending the usual Death Eater meetings despite Tom's
insistence that he should rest instead. But Tom knows better than to talk the
boy out of it. Besides, he finds that he rarely ever loses his temper when
Harry is around. Well, yes, he still kills for the heck of it if any of his
Death Eaters prove that they're just downright incompetent, but he doesn't
really fly into a blind rage these days.
''My Lord, we cannot just sit here and allow the Order to do as they please.
With them at Hogwarts, they will definitely use this an opportunity to gain the
loyalty of the students. I say we take out those pesky students in the DADA.''
Hermione turns to Yaxley, ''Oh, use your brain, Yaxley.'' Ron attempts to
disguise his snigger into a cough. ''That will just make matters worse for the
students in Hogwarts. Besides, Death Eaters attacking students in Hogwarts?
That's definitely a great way to gain more followers.'' Hermione continues
sarcastically.
''How dare you speak like that to me, you Mudblood-''
Bellatrix silences Yaxley with a sharp glare, ''Yaxley, you will treat Hermione
with respect. Even if she is not a pureblood, she is still one of
us. Watch your tongue, Yaxley.''
''The Granger girl is right.'' Dolohov adds in. ''We cannot afford to be
hasty.''
Tom, who has been observing the exchange between the Death Eaters in silence,
simply turns to look at Harry, ''What do you think, my dear boy?''
''I think that...'' Harry looks at everyone around the table. ''...perhaps it
is time for the wizarding world to know that the Dark Lord's soon-to-be mate
is pregnant.''
 
 
x.x.x
Chapter End Notes
     In case anyone's curious, the words in italic is Lithuanian. Let's
     just assume that he picked the language up during his travels in the
     past.
     Mylimasis = beloved / darling / pet / precious / sweetheart
     As tave myliu = I love you
     Augti stiprus = Grow strong
     (I've been reading Hannibal fanfics again...someone stop me)
***** The Chosen One *****
Chapter Summary
     In which the Chosen One is talked about.
Chapter Notes
     I'm terribly sorry if I take forever to reply to the comments. Work
     has been crazy lately, and I'm pretty much using whatever free time I
     have to update this fic. Work is so terribly /dull/ (imagine me
     saying that in Sherlock's tone of voice HAHAHA).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
While word would spread that the Dark Lord would soon take on a mate and that
said mate is already pregnant, it was decided that Harry's identity would
remain a secret from the wizarding world for now. There was no reason to put
him in any unnecessary danger, not when he's due to give birth in fourteen
days. With the twins due soon, the Dark Lord surprised everyone by temporarily
handing the reins over to both Bellatrix and Lucius, granting them authority
over the Death Eaters. All these years, although both of them have remained to
be his most loyal servants, not once has Tom did such a thing. He couldn't
explain it; the yearning of wanting to protect Harry from any possible harm.
The Dark Lord tried not to show it, of course, but it was obvious with the way
he kept himself close to the boy.
''You know...'' James begins, making no attempt to hide his smile at seeing an
exasperated Harry attempting to deal with an overprotective Dark Lord. ''When I
agreed to be part of the Death Eaters, not once did it cross my mind that I'll
get to witness such a scene.''
''It is simply the instinct to protect what is his.'' Lucius answers. ''That
aside, I require your assistance in certain matters, Potter. With the elections
round the corner, I am afraid that I might not be able to carry out certain
tasks that the Dark Lord has entrusted me with. I have spoken to him and...''
The older Malfoy pauses for a moment. ''...suggested that perhaps it would be
best that you carry them out in my place instead.''
The Head Auror sits up straight in his seat, jaw dropping from sheer disbelief,
''Wait. Wait. Am I hearing things? Has the stress of the elections gone to your
head? Have you any idea who I am?'' James waves a hand in front of Lucius's
none-too-amused face. ''I'm James Potter. You know...the person that you can't
stand to be around with? The one you've been insulting ever since our days at
Hogwarts? Gryiffindor prat? Ring a bell?''
Lucius simply refuses to entertain Potter's dramatics, ''I think that, perhaps,
it is safe to say that we are now beyond that, Potter.'' James grins broadly at
the older Malfoy, clearly smug at Lucius's acknowledgement of their budding
friendship. ''Should you require any assistance, I would suggest that you seek
the help of Rowle and Dolohov. I do not...'' His lips thin slightly in pure
distaste. ''...trust Yaxley. Or the Carrows. Bellatrix has picked the Granger
girl and Arthur's son to assist her.''
James nods solemnly, understanding the importance of the trust that Lucius is
placing in him. With Cornelius fudge no longer fit to hold the position of
Minister for Magic, the elections were being brought forward for a suitable
candidate to take his place. It was crucial that Lucius emerge victorious for
all of their plans to fall into place, and for the Dark Lord to completely gain
control of the Ministry. 
This time, they will emerge victorious.
x.x.x
''What are you doing? It's three in the morning, Tom. I mean, I know that
you're a Dark Lord and everything. People to kill, more innocent people to
torture, but even Dark Lords need their sleep.''
A few hours ago, Harry had fallen asleep to the soothing touch of Tom patting
his hip, as if he was trying to put a child to sleep. But then, he woke up
about an hour later to realize that the other side of the bed was empty, the
book the older male had been reading earlier placed on the bedside. It's not
exactly surprising to find Tom in the library at three in the morning, but what
Harry wants is for the other to join him in bed. He spots one of the male's
dressing gown draped neatly over the back of a chair and reaches for it,
slipping his arms through the too-long sleeves.
''I was searching for some reading material.'' Tom offers as an explanation,
gesturing for the boy to join him on the sofa. ''As odd as it may sound coming
from me, I have to admit that I am greatly looking forward to the arrival of
the twins. The things that we could teach them, Harry.''
Harry rests his cheek against Tom's shoulder and huffs out a laugh, ''Easy
there. They'll have to learn how to walk and talk first before you fill their
brains up with the wonders of the Dark Arts.''
Tom carefully thumbs through the pages of the book in his hands, ''It is much
easier to educate children for most of them soak everything up like a sponge.
Once Hogwarts is mine, none of the rot that Dumbledore insists on teaching the
children will exist, Harry. People have been taught to fear the Dark Arts, and
I intend to change that.''
Harry drops a light kiss against his lover's shoulder, ''It will be yours to
rule soon, my Lord. Not just Hogwarts, but the entire wizarding world.'' He
murmurs with conviction, and Tom gazes at him with a look that's akin to pure
wonder in his bright, red eyes. ''I, and both our sons, will be by your side
every step of the way.''
The boy falls silent for a second as if contemplating something.
''Oh, and if you're planning to teach our sons the Unforgivable curses, you
should get them to practice it on Yaxley.''
x.x.x
''I miss having Harry over at the Burrow. I mean, I like it that you're here.''
Ron hastily darts his gaze over to Hermione before looking away, missing the
fond smile painted on her lips. ''But...it's kind of weird not having Harry
around.''
It is weird not to have Harry around, especially since they've always been
together ever since first year. Hermione hums her agreement as both of them
step past the front door, and she's about to say something when both of them
hear hushed voices coming from the kitchen. Ron quickly holds out an arm to
keep her behind him, placing a finger on his lips as an indication for them to
remain silent.
Hermione might be mildly distracted by how Ron's shirt seems to be a bit
too...fitting on him.
''How true is it, Albus?'' Molly asks as she paces back and forth. ''Surely
it's not possible?''
Arthur flicks his gaze over to his wife, ''Yes, Albus. I hardly think that the
Dark Lord would care for such things. He is not a man that is capable of love.
Why, now of all times, would he want to have a family of his own? Would someone
like him even know the importance of family? He's torn so many families apart
with his evil doings.''
Dumbledore regards them with a grave expression, ''I am afraid that it is true,
considering that it was Severus who relayed the news to me. Severus, as you are
aware, is the Dark Lord's most trusted servant.''
''It might simply be a ploy to distract us.'' Minerva interjects. ''I hardly
think Severus can be trusted, Albus. Truly, I am no longer able to distinguish
as to which side he is fighting for.''
''You should not question Severus's loyalty to the Order, Minerva. He has
sacrificed much.''
Both Ron and Hermione exchange knowing smiles at that sentence. If only
Dumbledore knew.
''A mate.'' Arthur exhales in disbelief, raking his fingers through his
thinning hair. ''This changes everything.''
The Headmaster wearily sinks into one of the seats, ''You are right, Arthur. By
mating with someone, especially one that is entirely willing, it would
strengthen his powers. That is not the worst of it. The person that he intends
to take as a mate is already pregnant with his children. Male twins, to be
exact.'
Molly emits a horrified gasp, placing a palm over her mouth and Minerva nearly
drops her mug of tea in surprise. Arthur pinches at the bridge of his nose to
stave off an oncoming headache, clearly stumped by the news.
''Albus...we must find this...this person that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named intends
to mate with.'' Minerva hisses urgently. ''There is no choice, but to kill him
before he can give birth. Have you any idea of the chaos that it would cause?
Even if we manage to defeat You-Know-Who, his blood will still run in his
sons.''
Hermione squeezes Ron's hand in a crushing grip as those words spill out from
their Professor's mouth. For her to suggest such a inhumane thing...
Arthur laughs scathingly, ''Honestly, Minerva, do you even think that is
possible? There is no way that we can get to him when he is under You-Know-
Who's protection. Not to mention that we have absolutely no idea of who he
is.''
Molly turns to face Albus, ''Perhaps Severus will be able to help us out in
discovering the person's identity?''
''It seems that even the Death Eaters have yet to meet the boy. Knowing Tom, he
would not choose just anyone to rule by his side. I am at a loss as much as you
are, Molly.''
Minerva picks her mug up again, but her hands are trembling so badly that she
has no choice but to set it back down on the table.
''Perhaps...this is truly the end for us, and the beginning of You-Know-Who's
reign.''
x.x.x
Clearly disgusted, Harry tosses the copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table,
barely able to reign in his evident irritation.
''Rubbish.'' He spits out, ''Pure, utter rubbish.''
News had spread that the Dark Lord was intending to take a mate and that said
mate was already pregnant, but somehow, Rita Skeeter had managed to
completely twist the whole story. That vile woman would do anything when it
came to hot news, even if it costs her her life. In the article, she had
portrayed the Dark Lord's 'Chosen One' as someone who was being 'taken against
his will' and 'forcefully made' to bear the Dark Lord's
children. Ridiculous! Lucius could probably deal with the Skeeter woman, but
the damage was already done.''
''My dear boy, it's not good for you to be overly worked up.'' Tom reminds his
lover.
''How can you be so calm, my Lord? She...she's saying that you forced yourself
on me! That you took me against my will!'' Harry cries out indignantly. ''She's
making you out to be a monster!''
Tom's eyes glints with humor, ''But I am a monster, Harry. I have simply lost
count of the number of times I've dirtied my hands with the blood of my
victims.''
Harry, visibly upset, is clearly not amused at all. Seeing that his lover is
greatly bothered by the article, Tom rises up from his seat to approach Harry.
The boy turns his head away when Tom gently grips his chin, but relents when
the Dark Lord lovingly kisses the side of his head.
''It matters not when the truth will eventually come to light, Harry. We should
not concern ourselves with something as insignificant as this.'' Tom raises the
boy's hand up to his lips, kissing the tip of his fingers. ''We will deal with
Rita Skeeter when it is time, my dear boy. I do not wish for your health to be
affected by such trivial matters.''
''I will deal with her once we've captured her, my Lord.'' Harry's expression
hardens. ''She has to be punished for insulting you, and I will make sure that
she feels pain like never before.''
Tom is faintly aroused by Harry's desire to hurt the Skeeter woman for him.
Before he can act on his lust, a knock on the door interrupts them, Rowle's
gravelly voice filtering through.
''Permission to enter, my Lord.''
''Enter.''
The doors swing inwards and Rowle briskly strides in, immediately lowering
himself into a respectful bow the moment he's standing before the both of them.
''I am afraid that I bring bad news, my Lord.'' Rowle begins as he straightens
up. ''Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley informed me that the Order are now aware
that you are planning on taking a mate. And that your mate is already pregnant
with your children.''
''It is as we discussed.''
''Yes. However...it seems that they are intent on finding out who your 'Chosen
One' is, my Lord.'' Rowle bravely meets the Dark Lord's gaze, his voice
unwavering. ''They plan on killing him.''
Harry pales at those words, automatically wrapping his arms around his baby
bump as if doing so would protect his unborn children from harm. He could
immediately sense the spike of Tom's dangerous magic through their link. For
the Order to want to kill him and his unborn children, it simply meant that
they must be feeling extremely threatened by the possibility of the Dark Lord
rising to power.
''Scum! How dare they even think of killing my mate!'' Tom hisses vehemently in
Parseltongue, bristling with outrage.
Harry reaches for Tom's hand, ''My Lord, it simply slows that they are starting
to realize that they stand no chance in emerging victorious. They are
feeling threatened, my Lord. As long as I am under your protection in this
manor, I will come to no harm.'' The boy reassures, keeping his voice soft and
steady in an attempt to calm the other male down. 
''They are wrong if they think that they can lay a hand on you, Harry.'' Harry
could see it in the older male's eyes; the blazing intent to torture and kill.
Tom touches a finger to the Dark Mark on his forearm and at that moment, every
single Death Eater could feel the sheer rage of the Dark Lord. Soon enough,
most of them would be turning up at the manor to see what is required of them
this time round.
''My Lord...'' Harry knows that the chances of the Order finding out his
identity is less than ten percent, but then again, anything might happen.
He's faintly startled when Tom roughly grips him by the chin to kiss him. For a
split second, Harry is tremendously overwhelmed by the Dark Lord's magic
flowing through their link and coiling around him like a protective, warm
weight. The intensity of it leaves him breathless for a short second and Harry
returns the kiss just as fervently.
If the Dark Lord did not have a weakness before, he definitely had one
now. Harry Malfoy. If the Order ever finds out how just important
and precious the boy is to him, there is no doubt that they would use Harry to
get to Tom. He's aware that Harry is more than capable of protecting himself
and that his powers will grow once he bonds with Tom, but the insecurity of
losing the boy to the Order still lingers in him.
Truly, love is indeed a burden and yet, it does not feel so when Harry is
involved.
x.x.x
Lucius is less than pleased to find Albus Dumbledore in his office, uninvited,
when he returns from a meeting. What does the crazy old coot want now? James
and he were planning on returning to Malfoy manor for lunch since Harry would
be visiting, and Lucius wasn't looking forward to having his appetite ruined by
the Headmaster.
''Ah, Lucius.'' Albus beams at him. ''I believe congratulations are in order.''
''I believe that it is still too early for that.'' Lucius walks round to his
seat. ''A lot can happen in a month, Albus.''
''True indeed, but the wizarding world is convinced that you are the best
person to take over Cornelius's position.''
Lucius picks his quill up, ''Yes, the support that I have received thus far is
astounding. '' He makes a show of studying a piece of parchment, hoping that
Albus will take the hint and finally leave.
''Ah. Are Draco and Harry adjusting well to being home-schooled?''
To avoid suspicion, Lucius had withdrawn Draco out of Hogwarts as well, stating
that his sons would receive a higher quality of education with the help of
private tutors. 
''Very much so.''
''I must admit that it is a terrible waste, especially with Harry already
halfway through his education and Draco in his last year.''
Lucius resists the urge to sneer, ''It is as I said, Albus. Do not take it
personally, but I fear that the quality of education Hogwarts is providing is
steadily declining. As a father, I simply want the best for my sons. And
Hogwarts, I'm afraid, is no longer the best.''
The comment surely stings, but Lucius notes that the Headmaster is attempting
not to look too bothered by it. No longer wishing to engage in useless chatter,
he gestures to the paperwork on his desk.
''I am afraid that I have much to do, Albus.''
The Headmaster rises up from his seat, ''I apologize for taking up your time,
Lucius. Perhaps, once you are Minister for Magic, we can discuss what are the
changes that Hogwarts needs.''
''Trust me, Albus, there will definitely be a change.''
x.x.x
 
Chapter End Notes
     I'm planning on writing a Harry/Tom Riddle fic once I have more time
     (ha ha ha..when will that happen). I just realized how hard it is to
     actually juggle three pairings in a fic /dabs at my eyes with a paper
     napkin/ That aside, I'm wondering if anyone has done any online rps
     or anything. I need some new ideas for my fic buuuuut....let's see
     how it goes!
***** Flashback *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Lucius thinks back to how it all started.
Chapter Notes
     A longer update this time round! For those who have been missing
     Lucius/Harry, enjoy! Writing this chapter made me realize just how
     much I miss writing the interaction between the both of them :>
It's a buzz of activity over at Malfoy manor with Narcissa and Draco elbows
deep in redecorating one of the spare rooms for the arrival of the twins. It
would make sense for them to have a room for themselves since Harry will most
likely be visiting often. Even Lucius is not spared from their enthusiasm
(he pretends that he isn't). There's already a shelf full of reading materials
lined up against the wall. He understands that it's definitely far too early,
but Harry did start reading at quite a young age afterall. They've yet to show
the room to Harry, intending to keep it as a surprise until the twins are born.
As Lucius passes by Harry's bedroom, he's struck by the sudden urge to enter.
The room is as how Harry had left it from his last visit. However, for Lucius,
it's as if everything has changed. Lucius stands in the doorway, and while he's
not one to brood over matters, he can't help but to feel an odd sense of
melancholy for some reason.
The truth is that Harry is growing up. True, his boy is only seventeen, but
he's definitely gone through certain changes throughout the past eight months.
Soon enough, he will be a father of two and also the mate of the Dark Lord. And
yet, Lucius knows that his youngest son will always be the apple of his eye.
While the boy has the tendency to be overly affectionate where Lucius is
involved, he is, without a doubt, fiercely independent as well. Lucius has
always been overly strict with Draco while the boy was younger, simply because
he wants nothing but the best for the his eldest son. When Narcissa had given
birth to Harry and Lucius had first clapped his gaze to the tiny newborn
cradled in her arms, the older Malfoy could somehow feel that raising the boy
up would be a completely different experience. Of course, it was simply
fatherly love that Lucius felt for the boy at that point of time. Until Harry
turned fourteen, that is. That was when Lucius started noticing the changes.
Even at such a young age, the boy was overly sure of what was it that he
yearned for. Apparently, according to Harry, at that age he was already more
than certain that he wanted Lucius in a completely inappropriate way.
[Flashback]
Lucius simply heaves an exasperated sign when he finds himself with a lap full
of Harry, the boy grinning down boyishly at him. He has certainly spoiled the
boy far too much. And yet, Lucius finds that he's entirely unable to reprimand
his youngest son for his behavior. Instead, he simply sets his book aside and
fixes his attention on Harry. In actual fact, Lucius is trying his damndest not
to show how affected he is by their close proximity. The boy's hair is still
damp from his shower and the sleep shorts that he has on is far too short for
it to be considered appropriate. Forcing his thoughts not to enter that
territory, Lucius simply focuses on his son's face instead.
Yes, he really shouldn't be thinking about is cock nestled between his son's
ass cheeks.
''Can I sleep here tonight, Father? Please?''
Harry has long known that Lucius and Narcissa sleep in different rooms.
He likes sharing the same bed with his father. It's comforting to have the
male's warm body pressed up against his back and Harry usually wakes up to find
his father's arms wrapped around his middle. Well, he mostly wants to share a
bed with Lucius so that he can feel his father's erect cock pressing up against
his ass in the morning.
Sleep doesn't come easily for Lucius when he shares a bed with his youngest
son. It's bad enough that he has completely filthy fantasies of fucking
his son, but to have said boy in such close proximity? Pure and utter torture.
He's lost count the number of times he had woken up with his cock hard and
throbbing in the confines of his pajama pants. Honestly, Lucius should ask
Harry to change into something more...decent, but he quite likes how those
shorts look against the milkiness of the boy's skin.
There is absolutely no excuse for Lucius to allow Harry to sleep with him. The
boy is old enough to sleep in his own bed and it's not as if he suffers from
nightmares whatsoever or has trouble sleeping. Lucius only allows it for his
own selfish reasons.
Merlin, he's already aroused at the thought of having his son so close to him
tonight. 
''How do I say 'no' when you show me that expression of yours, Harry?''
x.x.x
Sweet Merlin, what is he doing?
Lucius swallows audibly when Harry's hand slips between his thighs, clumsily
cupping the older Malfoy's cock through his pants. The boy had fallen asleep a
few hours ago and Lucius was just about to drift off when Harry had murmured
something in his sleep before turning around to face Lucius. 
He's still asleep, Lucius thinks to himself. Is he dreaming?
The male stifles a moan when the boy rubs the heel of his palm against Lucius's
cock. The right thing to do would be to wake Harry up, but Lucius finds that
he doesn't want to. His cock is starting to stiffen and thicken in the confines
of his pants.
''Da..mm...'' It's hard to make out what his son is saying in his sleep when
there's a roaring sound in Lucius's ear at the sudden surge of arousal.
He's painfully hard and he doesn't question his actions at all when he takes
hold of Harry's hand and slips it past the waistband of his pants, allowing the
boy to fondle his cock and balls. Throughout the times that they've shared a
bed, not once has this happened before. Lucius can barely think rationally with
the heat of Harry's palm against the velvety skin of his cock, pre-cum steadily
dripping down the boy's fingers. The movements of Harry's hand is clumsy and
disoriented, but it feels amazing all the same.
''Merlin.'' Lucius breathes out raggedly, wondering how is it that Harry is
still asleep.
It's sweet torture like no other, and the sick part is that there's no ounce of
guilt present in him at all. He rubs up against the boy's palm for awhile more
and when Lucius finally feels his release approaching, he slips Harry's hand
out of his pants and turns the boy over to his front, peeling down the skimpy
sleep shorts. Lucius is purely acting on lust by now, his cock a dark red and
pulsing hotly in his palm as he strokes it. At this point of time, he no longer
cares if the boy wakes up to find him doing this, and the thought of it has him
spilling his cum all over his son's bare ass cheeks. 
Using his fingers, Lucius smears the thick release all over Harry's hole,
toying with the idea of slipping a finger in. But he can't risk the boy waking
up. He reaches for his wand that's on the bedside table and murmurs a quick
cleaning spell, carefully dragging Harry's shorts back up.
He finds that he doesn't have any trouble falling asleep after that.
x.x.x
It's uncomfortable to be lying down on his front when his shorts is soiled with
his own release, but Harry wants to be sure that Lucius is really asleep before
shifting into a more comfortable position. His smug grin hidden by the pillow,
Harry congratulates himself on a job well done. That proves it then. His
father is sexually attracted to him afterall. Merlin, that thick uncut cock.
Who knew his father was so well-endowed down there? Fuck, and Lucius's warm cum
splashing against his skin nearly had him moaning out loud.
Harry wonders if Lucius would have ended up fucking him if he found out that
Harry was feigning sleep.
x.x.x
The next day, Lucius goes about doing his business as usual as if he hadn't
taken advantage of his sleeping son just the night before. Harry greets him
with a chaste kiss on the cheek during breakfast, chirpier than usual. Even
Draco is amused by Harry's bright mood, considering that his younger brother
usually has to eat something first before any form of interaction can take
place.
Sipping at his cup of coffee, Lucius wonders if it's absolutely necessary for
Harry to moan somewhat obscenely the moment he bites into Narcissa's homemade
raspberry jam tart. The boy knows better than to talk with his mouth full and
he waits until he's done chewing before telling Narcissa that it tastes
absolutely wonderful. 
''Well, someone's in a good mood today.'' Draco remarks.
Harry takes a sip of his orange juice, ''I had a really nice dream yesterday.''
Lucius picks up the Daily Prophet and gazes intensely at the heading. His cock
throbs faintly as he recalls what he had done to Harry the night before.
Discreetly, he adjusts himself before focusing on the paper once again. A while
later, he finds his gaze drifting to Harry and it's difficult to focus on
anything else as he watches the boy bite into another tart. Those lips would
look absolutely gorgeous around his cock. And smeared with cum.
I am completely and utterly ruined. This boy will be the death of me.
x.x.x
Incest is not entirely unheard of among pureblooded families. The attraction
and fascination that he feels towards Harry is steadily building up and Lucius
is certain that his self-control is already fraying at the seams. He isn't
certain if Harry is even aware of what he's doing, but the boy is clearly up to
something. While the older Malfoy is completely used to his son's affectionate
hugs and kisses, Harry has taken it to a whole other level. Whatever game it is
that Harry is playing with him, Lucius will do nothing else but wait for his
son to come him. He could be wrong afterall.
Narcissa and Lucius are enjoying their usual evening tea in the living room
when Draco and Harry enters, both boys jostling each other playfully. While
Narcissa and Lucius had married out of convenience rather than love, the both
of them still enjoyed each other's company tremendously. Harry makes a beeline
for Lucius the moment he spots them, immediately sinking down onto the vacant
seat next to his father. Draco was more of a mother's boy, allowing Narcissa to
fuss over him after he greets her with a kiss on the cheek.
''How was school today?'' Narcissa asks as she instructs Kreacher to bring
something cool for her boys to drink.
''I don't see why Muggle Studies is a compulsory subject for us to study now.''
Harry whines, clearly not finding the subject fascinating enough for him. ''I
don't like Professor Burbage.''
''No one likes her.'' Draco corrects his brother. ''Well, except for Muggle-
loving fools that wish for equality, of course.''
''I mean, I have nothing against Muggles or Muggleborns, but...I don't like the
approach that Professor Burbage is taking for this subject.'' Harry continues.
''In today's class, she said that us purebloods are ''conceited''.''
Lucius raises an eyebrow, ''Did she really?''
Harry nods his head, ''Yes. She mentioned that for equality to exist, us
purebloods have to cease thinking that we're far more superior than the
rest. And she went on to explain how Muggleborns and half-bloods are more
accepting of Muggles compared to us purebloods. Hermione interrupted her and
told her that she shouldn't be making a comparison between Muggleborns/half-
bloods and purebloods. I mean, we're supposed to be studying more about
Muggles.''
Narcissa grimaces, ''It's appalling that such a person is capable of teaching
at Hogwarts. Whatever is Albus thinking?''
Lucius sneers, ''He'd have us mate with Muggles if he could.''
Narcissa leaves them to chat as she makes her way down to supervise the house
elves preparing the dinner. Draco excuses himself a few minutes later, saying
something about needing a shower. Harry is content to remain where he is,
tucked comfortably against his father. He smiles to himself when Lucius kisses
the top of his head tenderly. It's private moments like this which Harry
treasures, for when they're out in public, the older Malfoy has an image to
maintain. Especially when it's a well-known fact that Lucius Malfoy is an
authoritative and intimidating figure in the wizarding world.
There's something which Harry wants to try. He's not certain how his father is
going to react to it, but...he won't know unless he tries, right? This could
make or break whatever it is that he's intent on pursuing. Yes, Harry is aware
that he's only fourteen, but he's pretty damn certain that he wants his father
in a completely inappropriate way. It's definitely not the kind of fatherly
love that exists between Arthur Weasley and his sons, that's for sure. 
Well, here goes nothing.
''Daddy.''
The word sounds almost foreign on his lips. Harry thinks his voice sounds
barely audible over the frantic beating of his heart. Lucius stills. Harry
forces himself to meet his father's gaze and for him, it's as if the older
Malfoy is capable of reading every single appropriate thoughts flitting through
his mind.
''Daddy.'' He repeats again, keeping his tone sweet and coy.
Not deterred at all by Lucius's silence, Harry boldly rests his hand on the
older male's knee, slipping his hand up higher and higher until the tip of his
fingers graze against the seam of Lucius's tailored pants. He flinches when
Lucius grabs his wrist, halting the movement of his hand. The boy widens his
eyes, a part of him expecting his father to berate him for his behavior.
''Do not play games with me, Harry.''
''But I'm not playing games, daddy.'' The dark-haired boy grabs the opportunity
to slip into Lucius's lap the moment the male loosens his grip around the boy's
wrist.
His confidence picks up at Lucius's intrigued smile. I knew it. It wasn't as if
Harry hadn't noticed how his father's gaze would linger on him. If Lucius
wasn't sexually attracted to him, he wouldn't have succumbed to temptation that
night they shared a bed together. 
''You want me.'' The boy states with confidence, leaning in until their faces
are merely inches apart. ''Admit it, daddy.''
''So sure of yourself.'' Lucius drawls, and he makes no move to put any
distance between them.
Harry grins, ever so cheeky, ''You can never deny me of anything that I want,
daddy.'' He brushes his lips against the older male's jaw, ''If you didn't want
me, you wouldn't have done what you did that night.''
Lucius's eyes narrows as realization dawns on him. This sly little
boy. Roughly, he grasps Harry by the chin, but the boy simply looks delighted
at the rough treatment.
''You can't resist me. You don't want to.'' His son taunts. ''It excites you,
doesn't it? The mere thought of fucking your own flesh and blood. Of defiling
me.''
He's not exactly worried about Narcissa walking in on them, not when she'll
probably take some time supervising the house elves. Harry is mildly surprised
at his own boldness, but he no longer wants to toe the edge of teasing Lucius
any longer. If Lucius rejects him, then well...he'll deal with it one way or
another.
''It's a risk worth taking, don't you think?'' Harry continues softly, trailing
his lips along the shell of Lucius's left ear. ''Daddy will stand to benefit
from it. I'm more than willing to spread my legs for you, daddy. For daddy
to fuck me. Use me. And I get to be daddy's favorite little boy.''
''You are daddy's favorite boy, my dear Harry.''
Harry hides his bashful smile against Lucius's neck, and it only grows wider
when the older Malfoy circles his arms around the boy's waist.
''I would be a huge fool to reject your advances, my dear son.'' Lucius
murmurs. ''Not when I have been having such inappropriate thoughts of you
lately. Sharing a bed with you is indeed a way of testing how strong my self-
control is.''
''Why do you think I suddenly insisted on sleeping in your bed, daddy?'' Harry
muffles his yelp against Lucius's shoulder when the older Malfoy lands a light
slap on the side of his hip. 
He bites down on his lip when Lucius teases his hole through the fabric of his
school pants with the tip of his finger, gasping sharply when the older male
presses down insistently.
''Daddy, please. Tonight.'' It's difficult to string a sentence together when
you have your father teasing you. ''I need you to fuck me, daddy.''
''Be careful what you wish for, my dear boy. I am not going to just fuck you. I
am going to ruin you, Harry Malfoy.''
[End of flashback]
x.x.x
Not once has Lucius turned back or regretted his action in becoming sexually
involved with his own son.  His gaze falls to the picture frame on the boy's
bedside table, and it's a complete family photo of them. Narcissa has her arm
around Draco, her chin resting against the top of his head in an endearing
manner. Harry, wide-eyed and all smiles, has his arms wrapped around Lucius's
waist. If anyone were to properly scrutinize the photo, they'd see a hint of an
affectionate smile on Lucius Malfoy's lips as the top of his hand comes to rest
on his son's head. 
''Lucius.''
Lucius turns around to find Narcissa standing in the doorway. She steps in and
just like him, her gaze falls to the picture frame on the bedside table.
Narcissa picks it up, her lips stretching into a soft, knowing smile.
Carefully, she sets the frame back down to it's original spot.
''You love him, don't you, Lucius?''
''A father will always love his son, Narcissa.''
It's barely audible, but Lucius hears it loud and clear, ''I know, Lucius.''
Her tone is not accusing, simply measured. ''You love him, as a son, yes. But
it goes beyond that as well.''
There are times where Lucius forgets that Narcissa can be extremely observant
when she wants to be. He could deny it, but his wife's sharp gaze tells him
that doing so would be pointless. 
''You seem...awfully calm.'' 
Narcissa simply laughs, ''Oh, Lucius. Should I be screaming and waving my wand
at you then? Swear at you? There simply is no reason for me to react negatively
when I can see for myself just how much Harry loves you, Lucius. I have to
admit that I was...appalled at first. My husband and my son. I should have
realized it earlier, especially at the way you started coddling and pampering
him even more after he turned fourteen.'' Narcissa turns her gaze back to the
photo. ''He loves me, yes, but it's different from the kind of love that he has
for you. At first, I assumed that it was simply because he holds you in such
high respect, but I then realized that it was something more.'' She turns her
attention back to him with a soft laugh. ''Also, you've been awfully moody ever
since he started coming home less.''
Lucius is not moody, thank you very much.
Simply...yes well, perhaps he hasn't been in the best of moods lately.
''Perhaps...I am not used to sharing what is mine, Narcissa.'' He finally
speaks, knowing full well that his wife understands where he's coming from.
''He used to belong to solely me, but now...'' James Potter. The Dark Lord. 
''Lucius.'' Narcissa takes hold of his hand and squeezes it faintly. Such
displays of affection are rare between them, not when their marriage was for
convenience instead of love. ''The relationship that he has with you, James and
the Dark Lord are special in their own ways. Harry will always be your special
boy.''
Narcissa gives his hand another squeeze as she directs a warm smile at him, ''I
should go check on the house elves. See how they're doing with the nursery.''
''Narcissa.'' Lucius calls out just as his wife is about to step out of the
bedroom. ''Thank you.''
Thank you for understanding.
It's the first time that he feels something akin to love for her. Not in the
romantic sense, no. Lucius finds it extremely difficult to put it into words,
but he knows for a fact that he's extremely grateful to Narcissa. They've been
married for years, and she has stuck by his side throughout the good and the
bad, bore him two wonderful sons and even if they married for different
purposes, Lucius is utterly grateful for all that she's done for him.
Lucius gazes at the moving picture of Harry smiling up brightly at him, arms
wound tight around his father's waist.
My precious boy. Always.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Author's Note *****
Hello, guys. I'm terribly, terribly sorry regarding the lack of updates for
this fic.
To be completely honest, my year isn't off to a great start and my job is
putting me under a lot of stress to the point where I get extremely anxious/
worried about it. And all I want to do is retreat to bed once I'm done for the
day.
To everyone who has given Daddy Series so much love - the comments and
suggestions and everything, thank you so much! I'm definitely going to continue
with this, soon (I hope), once I've got everything under control. It feels like
such a waste to leave it hanging.
With that, I hope everyone's 2016 is off to a great start!
With lots and lots of love,
innerempire
***** The Time Comes *****
Chapter Summary
     The arrival of the twins.
Chapter Notes
     Hello, it's been sometime, hasn't it? Just a short warm-up chapter. I
     didn't go into much details since I'm not exactly sure as to how I
     should explain a detailed cesarean (magical) procedure. But since
     magic is involved, it pretty much means that everything went
     smoothly. I'm excited to write the next chapter, and it might
     probably jump to when the twins are at the age where they start
     learning/picking up stuff (toddlers!!).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They're having dinner when Harry suddenly pales and goes rigid in his seat, one
hand flat against his swollen belly and the other gripping the edge of the
table.
''Harry?''
The boy takes deep slow breaths and then emits a pained whine, ''The healer.
Call him. Now.''
It's worrisome for the Dark Lord is unable to pick up on the pain or distress
that Harry is feeling at the moment, but he orders Falkey to fetch for the
healer immediately. He moves to where his boy is seated, unsure as to what he
should do and again, he tries to feel, but it's as if something is blocking
their connection.
In a matter of minutes, the doors to the dining room swings open and Falkey
hurries in with Healer Tom in tow.
''I think I'm going into labor.''
The Dark Lord tenses up, but Healer Tom simply nods his head and hands Falkey
his medical bag after extracting a small vial from the side pocket.
''Falkey, please pass this note to the lady that was with me earlier. She will
know what to do.'' The healer passes a small piece of parchment to the house
elf.
The male turns to Harry and uncorks the vial before handing it to him, ''Here,
drink this. It will ease the pain and prepare you for the procedure.''
Gratefully, Harry swallows the liquid down and within seconds, the sharp pain
is replaced with a sort of pins-and-needles sensation.
''You feel it too, don't you?'' Harry turns to the Dark Lord. ''The connection?
It's as if there's a barrier of some sort.''
Healer Tom carefully guides Harry to his feet, but politely takes a small step
back once the Dark Lord has a secure grip around his mate, ''Ah. I believe this
is their way of protecting you, Harry.''
''They? The twins?''
The healer nods, ''Yes. Although the Dark Lord is their father, his magic is
powerful enough for them to view it as a threat. Simply put, the twins have
constructed some sort of barrier around your connection to ensure that you're
not overwhelmed. It's their way of making sure that no harm comes your way.''
''But they're just...well, I mean, are they really capable of doing that?''
''Never doubt a child's love for their parent, young Harry. It would be less
effective with only one child, but since you're carrying twins, the Dark Lord's
twins, to be exact, it's no surprise that they've managed to create something
so...solid.''
Harry pointedly rolls his eyes at Tom, ''Oh, stop looking so smug, will you?''
It was already decided beforehand that one of the unused bedrooms on the ground
floor of the manor will be used as a room for the cesarean procedure to take
place, and the team of Healers are already flitting about the room when they
arrive.
''I apologize, my Lord, but I am certain that you understand why we are not
able to allow you to remain in the room while the procedure is taking place.''
''I suppose this is where we say goodbye.'' Harry jokes, but his smile doesn't
quite reach his eyes. ''Now, now, don't look at me like that, my Lord.
I will be fine. The twins will be fine. Now, go off and keep yourself occupied.
Kill people. Or something. Just, you know, don't go overboard.''
''You exasperate me so, my boy.'' The Dark Lord murmurs, but he leans in and
kisses Harry so lovingly on the forehead that Harry feels a flutter in his
belly.
Or maybe it's just the twins, but still, it's so out-of-character that Harry
doesn't quite know how to feel.
''Lik saugus, mylimasis.''
''Aš noriu, mano Viešpatie. Tikiuosi, kad jie paveldės jūsų akių spalvą.
'' Harry murmurs fluently in return, and the look of utter surprise on his
lover's face is worth the time spent attempting to learn the language.
''Lithuanian. I figured it out. Well, Hermione did, but-''
The potion must be kicking in already because he's starting to slur his words
and Tom's saying something, but he seems to be getting further away and Harry
decides not to fight the numbing sensation.
Again, he thinks, I hope they inherit the color of your eyes.
x.x.x
Sebastian Basile Malfoy-Riddle is safely delivered to the world at
approximately 10:12pm, and his twin, Caius Adrien Malfoy-Riddle, four minutes
later.
 
 
The red of Sebastian's and Caius's eyes aren't as vivid as the Dark Lord's, but
it's breathtakingly beautiful all the same.
''Puikus.' ' The Dark Lord murmurs, tone filled with wonder at the tiny child
in his arms.
It's beautiful how the harshness that often surrounds Tom is softened with a
child in his arms, and Harry wants the image to be imprinted in his mind
forever. Sebastian ceases his shrill crying the moment the healer hands him to
Harry, and it's fascinating how he can feel so much love for something so tiny.
Harry lifts his head up when he feels a gentle touch against his nape, and he
doesn't need to hear the words to know how grateful Tom is towards him. He's
aware that it must be difficult for Tom, that it's not in his nature to feel so
strongly towards people when he's not loved for years. 
''Get some rest, my boy. You'll have much entertaining to do once your father
and the rest are here.''
x.x.x
Tom doesn't have fond memories of his childhood.
Gazing down at the twins, swaddled in maroon blankets and fast asleep in their
own cots, Tom finds himself thinking that he doesn't want it to be that way for
Sebastian and Caius. The fierce surge of protectiveness and love that he feels
towards them unsettles him.
Love. Family.
Two things that he used to sneer at, and yet, here he is with a family of his
own.
Tom has torn countless of families apart and used to think nothing of it, but
now, he supposes he understands why parents are more than willing to put their
lives on the line for their children.
No, it's not remorse or regret that he feels, but now, he simply understands.
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Lik saugus, mylimasis = Stay safe, my love.
     Aš noriu, mano Viešpatie. Tikiuosi, kad jie paveldės jūsų akių
     spalvą. = I will, my Lord. I hope they inherit the color of your
     eyes.
     I've been reading too much Hannigram fanfics (again). I've truly
     missed writing!I'm feeling much better now that I've quit my job and
     found a new one, so hopefully I'll be able to write regularly.
***** The Family *****
Chapter Summary
     "You." Harry jabs the tip of his finger into the older male's
     shoulder. "Don't look so pleased. And you, little guy-" He gently
     pries the wand away from his son. "-you're too young to be playing
     with wands."
Chapter Notes
     I had lots of fun writing this chapter!I've fast forwarded it
     slightly.So Harry and the Dark Lord are already magically (and
     officially) bound together,and the twins are already eight months
     old. Harry and Tom are pretty much going to have their hands full
     with Caius's and Sebastian's antics.
     I'm aware that there's been a lack of Lucius/Harry and James/Harry
     lately,so I'll try to focus on these two pairings in the next
     chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Every copy of the Daily Prophet was snapped up within twenty minutes,and the
news of the Dark Lord's official mating and that said mate had given birth to
twins was met with mixed reactions.
The news allowed the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters to gain the upper hand.
Those who were once neutral were quick enough to make up their mind, knowing
that the wizarding world stood no chance now that the most feared man had a
family of his own. There was nothing the Order of the Phoenix could do to quell
the fears of the public.
Of course, there was still a handful of people who chose to remain stupidly
loyal to Albus Dumbledore, naively determined that darkness could never triumph
over light.
Who in the right mind would want to be magically bound to the Dark Lord?
"Albus, the longer we remain idle, the stronger he gets. There's no knowing
what he's capable of."
"I am aware of that, Minerva. But I am afraid we may require some time before
we can attempt anything."
Molly tiredly leans back against her seat, "Surely there is a way to find out
who his mate is."
"It's futile." Minerva cuts in. "The Dark Lord has all of his Death Eaters
binded by a sort of...complex spell that doesn't allow them to divulge the
identity of his mate. Even Verisaterum." She pauses for a second.
"Even Severus is unable to help us this time round."
x.x
"Honestly, Father, they're only eight months old." Harry reminds Lucius when
Lucius and Narcissa come to visit with newly purchased books for their
grandchildren.
"It's best to educate them early, my dear boy."
"You sound just like Tom. He's always reading to them. Really, I won't be
surprised if they learn the Unforgivable Curses before they can walk." 
Sebastian starts gurgling excitedly when he catches sight of Lucius, attempting
to stand up in his cot by clutching at the bars with his little fingers. Caius
sits wide-eyed in his own cot, pacifier hanging around his neck.
"They dislike being separated." Harry informs his parents when Sebastian starts
babbling at Lucius, jabbing a finger at his twin, as if saying that someone
should pick Caius up as well.
Harry knows from experience that the twins will break out into huge, shrill
cries the moment they're unable to sense each other's presence. He thinks it's
probably a twin kind of thing. 
Lucius and Narcissa spends the next few hours with the twins, and Draco drops
by in the evening with a bag full of toys. Any more and there wouldn't be any
space in the playroom left.
"How are you holding up?"
Harry manages a laugh, "Pretty great despite the fact that I'm married to the
Dark Lord? Still trying my very best to juggle fatherhood and world
domination." He adds in as a joke.
They watch as Lucius reads to both Caius and Sebastian, and the both of them
gaze up at the older Malfoy with wide eyes as if they're capable of
understanding whatever it is that he's reading to them.
Caius sets himself down on his belly and starts belly-crawling towards where
Narcissa is, and Sebastian distractedly tears his attention away from Lucius.
The both of them engage in some sort of babble-talk for the next few seconds
before simultaneously breaking out into giggles.
"I don't even want to know what kind of trouble they'll get up to when they get
up."
x.x
The twins are at the age where they find every single thing interesting.
Whatever Dark artifacts that they've displayed in the manor have been shifted
so that it's out of reach for the meantime.Caius, especially, is utterly
fascinated by Harry's wand and after that one time when sparks erupted from the
tip of Harry's wand while in Caius's grip, he's made it a point to keep it away
from the boy.
"Pa-pa!"
Caius and Sebastian happily rattles the bars of their cot when Tom slips into
the bedroom, and Harry glances up from the book that he's reading.
"And how are my three favorite people?" Tom leans down and lightly kisses Harry
on the forehead before moving away to greet his precious boys.
Easily, he carries the both of them before placing them in the center of the
bed.
"I'm pretty much amazed that some of your Death Eaters are capable of looking
after two active eight-month boys." Harry answers. "Though I caught Dolohov and
Rowle trying to teach them certain...hexes."
Tom struggles to hold in a smile at Harry's sharp look.
"Tom, I swear, if I catch you-"
It's then that the glass door of the bookcase that's next to where Harry is
seated shatters. Tom's first instinct is to protect the boy, and he brings up a
protective shield in a split second. 
"Oh, Caius." Harry sighs just as the shattered glass dissolves into fine sand
mid-air.
Tom turns around and finds Caius's stubby fingers curled around his mate's
wand. Harry must have forgotten about it after changing his clothes. Caius
breaks out into a toothy smile.
"You." Harry jabs the tip of his finger into the older male's shoulder. "Don't
look so pleased. And you, little guy-" He gently pries the wand away from his
son. "-you're too young to be playing with wands."
Tom tickles both Sebastian and Caius under the chin, "You're never too young to
learn anything."
Harry calls for Falkey and instructs the house elf to help the boys get ready
for bedtime, affectionately curling his arm around Tom's once they're left
alone. He's been feeling extremely affectionately ever since they officially
mated three months ago, and he's aware that the connection between them is much
stronger now.
He's afraid of coming off as too clingy, because with Lucius and James, he
knows that they like it when he depends on them. With Tom, the Dark Lord, it
feels as if there's still so much to learn about him. 
"You don't look a day over eighteen." Tom murmurs against the top of his
lover's head as he winds his arms around the boy's waist. 
Harry leans back against the older male's chest as they come to stand before
the full-length mirror.
"Well, thanks to you, I'm going to look eighteen for a very, very long time."
"Does the idea of immortality bother you?"
Harry twists in the older male's grasp, "No, not exactly. But...it's slightly
daunting to know that we have forever ahead of us." He admits quietly.
Tom brushes the tip of his fingers against the intricate symbol that's etched
into the underside of his lover's wrist.
"What have you done to me, Harry?" Tom sighs against his hair, though it's more
out of affection. "You've bewitched me."
"I hardly doubt that I'm capable of bewitching you, my Lord." 
"Lucius was right. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken his words so lightly."
Harry kisses the side of Tom's jaw, "Stop making it sound so horrible." He
smiles, slow and coy. "I'm curious, my Lord. Out of all the treasures that
you've acquired...am I the prettiest?"
"My, aren't you a shameless one." Charmingly, he holds up one of Harry's hand
and kisses the center of the boy's palm, keeping his gaze locked with Harry's
amused one.
"You, my lovely boy, should stop asking questions that you already know to."
Tom drops his voice to a low murmur before he continues,
"You, without a doubt, are the loveliest treasure I've set my eyes upon. Never
forget that I own you, brangus."
Harry shivers at the possessiveness laced in those words, but he acknowledges
it with a shy yet pleased smile.
"Aš esu tavo, mano viešpatie."
 
===============================================================================
 
Chapter End Notes
     brangus = precious
     "Aš esu tavo, mano viešpatie." = I am yours, my lord.
     I apologize if there are any errors whatsoever.I typed out this
     chapter on my iPhone since I didn't want to wait until I'm home (was
     too scared I might feel too lazy by then).
     To all the people who are still giving this fic lots of love and
     support (despite my hiatus), thank you so much <3 I truly appreciate
     it and reading the comments really motivates me to continue with this
     story.
***** Fun with Daddy *****
Chapter Summary
     The office reeks of sex, and Lucius has a stack of paperwork that
     needs to be completed, but it's easy to ignore whatever work
     engagements he has when he's got Harry on his knees. It's easy to get
     distracted when you've got a warm mouth to fuck your cock into, and
     that's what Lucius does.
Chapter Notes
     And I am back with a Lucius/Harry warmup scene! More of them doing
     the dirty in the next chapter.
''Daddy-'' Harry curls his fingers around the already rumpled fabric of
Lucius's robes, tucking his face against the crook of the older male's neck. 
Lucius continues rubbing the tip of his cock against the boy's cotton panties,
further soiling the fabric as precum steadily dribbles out from the slit. He's
got his son pinned up against the armrest of the couch in his office while he
ruts up against the boy. Lucius hadn't even bothered to remove his pants
completely, leaving them to bunch around his thighs, cock hanging heavy and
swollen. Distracted as he is, he makes a mental note to thank Severus for
creating the potion for him.
Honestly, it couldn't have come at a better time. With the Dark Lord and James
away on business, and Narcissa caring after their grandson, he finally has
Harry all to himself for the next three weeks. Lucius had approached Severus
with the idea a couple of months back; a potion that would allow him to...well,
to put it simply, remain erect even after he's ejaculated. In the past one and
a half hour, he's ejaculated a total of four times, completely drenching his
son's panties the first two times and spilling the sticky, white load all over
the boy's face the next two.
''Now, be a good boy and suck daddy's cock, Harry.''
Lucius straightens up to sit down down properly, and Harry all but drops to his
knees on the floor, eagerly latching and wrapping his lips around his father's
still-erect cock. He slurps the precum that's heavily oozing out from the slit,
whining prettily when Lucius curls his fingers around the boy's tousled locks.
Severus had warned him that one of the effects of the potion would be an
increase in fluids, but he had no idea that it would be this much. Lucius
grunts when Harry starts lavishing his balls with attention, and the moment he
sucks one into his mouth, a heavy jet of precum spurts out, followed by a
steady dribble that goes on for seconds.
''Daddy, more. Feed me more, please-'' 
The boy is completely drunk on lust as he laps up every single drop, but it's
as if there isn't any end to it. There's about an hour more before the effect
wears out, and Lucius is intent on soiling his son further. He wants to spend
the upcoming weekend breeding the boy with his cum, until his belly is swollen
and full and even then, Lucius is going to give him more. Harry seals his pink,
kiss-swollen lips around the tip, adam's apple bobbing while he swallows and
swallows, some of it dribbling past the corners of his lips.
The office reeks of sex, and Lucius has a stack of paperwork that needs to be
completed, but it's easy to ignore whatever work engagements he has when he's
got Harry on his knees. It's easy to get distracted when you've got a warm
mouth to fuck your cock into, and that's what Lucius does. He fucks his son's
mouth until his balls are slapping against the boy's chin, a mixture of saliva
and cum coating his cock. Harry slides his lips off with a wet sound, and he
looks up at Lucius with hazy, half-lidded eyes.
''Daddy, can we do this again when we get back? Please?''
''Always so eager for your daddy's cock, hm?'' His tone is overly fond and
amused, and Harry simply smiles prettily up at him.
With Narcissa away at her sister's with the twins, Lucius is looking forward to
having his son over every flat surface of the mansion. Mm. Perhaps he'll get
the boy to warm his cock up with his mouth while Lucius finishes up paperwork
in the study. And he'll fill the boy's hole up over and over again until it all
dribbles out into a small puddle on the floor. The mere thought of it has
Lucius unexpectedly spilling the heavy, creamy load all over Harry's face.
Lucius can barely muffle a pleasured moan when Harry gets up to his feet and
straddles him, easily sinking down onto his father's cock with a quiet sigh of
pleasure.
''Mmm...daddy. Oh, fuck.'' Harry visibly trembles when he feels the next few
spurts, and it makes a wet, squelching sound each time he adjusts his position.
The couch is ruined, but nothing a cleaning spell can't fix.
''Trust me when I say that you won't be leaving the room until I'm done with
you, boy.'
''Looking forward to it, daddy.'' Harry answers cheekily, and comfortably rests
his head against the older male's shoulder. ''Have I mentioned how much I love
your cock, daddy?''
Lucius suppresses a laugh as he presses a soft kiss against the boy's temple,
''Judging by the pleas for more, yes.''
The boy gazes up sleepily at him.
''Fuck me again, daddy?''
***** Daddy and I *****
Chapter Summary
     Lucius pushes him down to his knees and ejaculates all over the boy's
     face, streaks of white spilling down his cheeks and chin. Harry's
     palms are stinging from where he scraped it against the rough walls,
     face blotched with tears but he feels so fucking good. He's happy
     like this, kneeling at Lucius's feet with his father's cum painting
     his face.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Male lactation in this chapter. If it's not your thing,
     please do not read it and comment on how gross/weird it is and etc.
     Feels good to be motivated enough to start writing again! It made me
     realize just how much I miss writing Harry/Lucius. What do y'all
     think? Should Harry move back in to Malfoy manor?
Harry slowly wakes up to the ticklish sensation of fingertips skittering along
the length of his arm, and he snuggles closer against the chest that he's
comfortably tucked against. The dull throb of his ass and the ache in his
thighs remind him just how throughly his father had used him a couple of hours
ago. Harry sleepily tucks his face against the older Malfoy's neck, smiling to
himself when the other drops an affectionate kiss against the top of his head.
''Hungry?'' Lucius asks as he cards his fingers through the boy's sleep-tousled
locks.
''Mm.'' He tightens his grip around the other's waist when he feels Lucius
shifting. ''Stay with me, daddy.''
Harry has missed this. Between taking care of the twins, Death Eater duties and
Lucius's involvement in the elections, they haven't really had the opportunity
to spend time with each other. Harry takes comfort in the idea that he'll have
the next few weeks free, and although he misses his sons, he misses being his
daddy's precious boy even more.
He doesn't resist when Lucius shifts him to lie on his back, nudging his thighs
apart as he settles down between them; cock plump and heavy and curving up
tantalisingly against his stomach. Harry thinks that his Uncle Severus has
really outdone himself with the potion this time round, and the damp, sticky
bedsheets beneath him is proof enough. 
''Oh, Harry.'' Lucius visibly shudders with pleasure as he nudges the fat tip
of his cock into the boy's hole, the rim red and puffy from the thorough
fucking it's been through a few hours ago. ''You're so perfect for daddy.''
Harry soaks up the compliment with a blissed out moan, chest slightly flushed
and his thighs trembling with the effort to keep it apart. His own
cock hurts from overstimulation, but his pleasure isn't important. Not when
he's being the perfect fucktoy for his daddy. Lucius bends down to kiss him and
Harry readily curls his arm around his father's shoulders to cling onto him,
whining sweetly and full of yearning when Lucius pins him down against the
mattress.
''That's right. You should always spread your legs for daddy. That's what boys
like you are good for.'' Lucius breathes out heavily, fuelled on by the boy's
pleading cries for more, more. ''What would your mother say if she saw you
right now, my dear boy? Begging so sweetly for your daddy's cock.'' He
punctuates his words with a couple of rough thrusts, forcing the boy to slide
up against the mattress. ''And your friends? Do they know that you can spend
hours at my feet, sucking and lapping at my cock so that you can drain every
single drop?''
Those filthy words has Harry clawing his fingernails down Lucius's back, adding
on to the scratches that are already there. It's so fucking warm in the room
and they reek of sweat and cum, but Harry loves it. He loves how his father is
using him for his own pleasure, enjoys how the man can't seem to get enough of
him and this...this is utter bliss. Due to the potion, it doesn't take long for
Lucius to fill Harry up with his cum, cock pulsing hotly in response as the
boy's hole hungrily milks it. He kisses Harry, swallowing the sweet, little
mewling sound his boy is making, and it's enough to make them want to go again.
Drawing apart slightly, Harry sleepily nuzzles at the slope of Lucius's jaw
with the tip of his nose, refusing to allow the older Malfoy to pull out.
x.x.x
 
 
As tempting as it is to want to laze the day away, both Harry and Lucius force
themselves out of bed for a long soak in the tub. Forty-five minutes later,
they emerge from the bathroom to find that the house elves have changed the
sheets and tidied up the bedroom. Freshly showered and dressed, both of them
finally make their way to the dining room where Dobby has already prepared a
late breakfast for them. Harry simply laughs when Lucius takes his seat at the
head of the table, easily pulling the boy down onto his lap.
Harry's not sure if it's because they've been apart for too long, but Lucius
can't seem to keep his hands off him. Not that he's complaining. If anything,
he's more than content to bask in the attention that his father is lavishing on
him. They share kisses in between bites of fruits and buttered toast, and Harry
playfully nips at the older male's bottom lip when Lucius rucks his shirt up,
dragging the calloused pad of his thumb against the boy's dusty pink nipples.
They're swollen ever since Harry started breastfeeding the twins, and even more
sensitive than before. Harry utters a soft sigh when Lucius ducks his head to
wrap his lips around his son's nipple, suckling earnestly on the nub until it
pebbles against his tongue.
It's arousing as fuck to see his own father suckle at his puffy nipples, and
breakfast is easily forgotten as Harry submits himself to the older man. With
no one else in the manor, Harry doesn't bother to hide the lewd noises that's
spilling past his lips. 
''Daddy, I'm going to-''
He doesn't get to finish the sentence as he fills Lucius's mouth with milk, and
his father laps it up like a man starved. Harry trembles, letting the other
drink his fill of the creamy liquid until he's satisfied. He sags bonelessly
against Lucius, flinching when the fabric of his shirt rubs against his sore
nipples. He's still secreting milk, the liquid staining his flimsy shirt and
Harry whines quietly when Lucius mouths at it through the fabric.
''You're insatiable, daddy.''
''I find that my self-control is non-existent when it comes to you, my dear
boy.''
Lucius restrains himself from tasting more of the boy to allow his son to at
least eat a proper breakfast, but said self-control only lasts for fifteen
minutes before he latches his lips to the boy's nipples once again, tonguing
and suckling it until warm milk fills his mouth once again.
x.x.x
Lucius brings Harry out for a lavish dinner at a high-end establishment that
night, and he keeps his touches casual and innocent enough to make it seem like
an innocent father-son moment. Throughout dinner, they have people coming up to
their table to express their support for Lucius in the upcoming elections. That
aside, dinner is a pleasant and enjoyable affair and they end the night with a
quick, but heated fuck in a quiet, deserted alley. They're giddy on lust and
too much wine, and Harry shakes his head when Lucius slips his wand out to
mutter a spell for lubrication. Perhaps he'll regret it tomorrow, but he begs
for Lucius to fuck him now. 
It's rushed and painful, and so fucking risky and Harry's knees buckle when
Lucius hisses 'always a slut for daddy's cock' in his ear. He gets off on the
humiliation, grateful tears spilling down his cheeks when Lucius shoves his
cock in and out, fucking pounds him against the wall. He gasps when Lucius
roughly yanks at his hair, murmurs in his ear about how he didn't expect his
second son to turn out to be such a filthy cock-hungry boy and Harry sniffles
in agreement. He's everything that his father says he is. Despite it being a
deserted alley, there's still a chance of someone stumbling upon them. Harry
with his robes rucked under his armpit, panties stretched around his firm
thighs while Lucius fucks him with sharp, brutal thrusts. It's animalistic, and
only Lucius himself can give Harry this type of pleasure tinged with pain.
A couple of minutes later, Lucius pushes him down to his knees and ejaculates
all over the boy's face, streaks of white spilling down his cheeks and chin.
Harry's palms are stinging from where he scraped it against the rough walls,
face blotched with tears but he feels so fucking good. He's happy like this,
kneeling at Lucius's feet with his father's cum painting his face.
''Up, boy. I'm not done with you yet.''
Giddy with the promise of more, ''Yes, Father.''
 
 
 
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