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Harry Potter: Made For Each Other	By : IBegToDreamAndDiffer Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
The last days of the holidays came too quickly for Harry and Lucius. Draco didn't seem to mind, he was looking forward to seeing his friends; Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, and Theo Nott. Harry was in a right strop; kicking things, refusing to eat, and stalking Lucius everywhere he went.

Draco couldn't blame Harry or his dad. They'd spent the last four weeks alone together, finally connecting after years of not knowing who they truly were. Their bond was stronger then it had been but was still fragile. To be apart, to hide their relationship from Hogwarts and the world... it was going to be torture.

Two days before Hogwarts started again, Lucius and Harry made another trip to Diagon Alley. Dumbledore said Shaklebolt had given the okay and Lucius was allowed to have a new wand.

Lucius was like a little boy on Christmas; bouncing around, grinning, grabbing Harry and kissing him... okay, little boy's didn't do that. The point was, the man was bloody excited and Harry had to take care of him.

Lucius let Harry finish most of his breakfast before dragging the poor teenager out. Draco waved with a grin on his face, more then happy to sit in their quarters and enjoy a relaxing day.

Harry and Lucius flooed directly into Ollivander's Wand shop. The man had opened his floo for only two hours per Harry's request. Most of the population would have a heart attack if they saw Lucius walking into a wand shop. Best leave that surprise until September 1st.

Ollivander wasn't as healthy as he had been and some said he was considering retirement. He'd been tortured over and over again by Voldemort at Malfoy Manor and the wand-maker flinched every time he said Lucius' name.

Lucius apologised a fair few times but eventually gave up and just tried not to provoke the man. The Slytherin was shown about thirty or forty wands, each threatening to blast boxes off the walls because they didn't like him. Lucius scowled when one burned his fingers and rolled across the floor, Harry having to pick it up and place it back in the box.

Eventually Lucius found a new one, one that he said felt better then his first. It was 121/2 inches, made of Yew, with a dragon heartstring core like his first wand. Ollivander said it was surprisingly swishy (Harry had no idea what that meant) and seemed to fit Lucius perfectly.

It was almost six inches shorter then his first wand and curved, with a small nub of wood sticking out just above the handle. Lucius flexed his fingers around it, eyes looking wide and so innocent.

'Thank you, Mr Ollivander,' Lucius said as Harry paid (Kingsley still hadn't let Lucius have access to his vaults).

Ollivander nodded and looked Lucius over. 'Do that wand justice, Mr Malfoy,' he said softly. 'You failed your last one.'

Lucius thanked the man again before he and Harry flooed back to Hogwarts.

The Slytherin spent the afternoon flicking his wand at everything in bloody sight. He was like a teenage boy who'd recently turned seventeen and could finally use magic outside of school. He used it to serve dinner, to retrieve his book, to undress and put his pyjamas on.

'Don't get lazy,' Harry tisked.

Lucius smiled and fingered his wand again before placing it on the bedside table. He turned and Harry cuddled into him, sighing happily when Lucius' arms wrapped around him.

'Harry?' Lucius asked suddenly.

'Mm?'

'Would you like to go on that date with me tomorrow?'

Harry blinked back sleep and shuffled back. Lucius loosened his hold so Harry could look up at him. 'Really?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'I don't count our trip to Diagon Alley or Muggle London as dates. Nor the Quidditch with Draco. I want to take you on a proper date with a romantic dinner and a kiss at the end.'

Harry grinned. 'Sounds perfect.'

'Any suggestions for where we could go?'

Harry frowned then. 'Um... dunno.'

'I know a lot of upscale restaurants, unfortunately most patrons will look down on the Saviour dining with a Death Eater.'

'I don't care what they think,' Harry said.

Lucius leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. 'I know, little one, but we've agreed to keep this hidden for the moment.'

Harry sighed. 'I know, I know.' He paused to think it over before saying, 'Muggle London?' Before Lucius could protest, he continued. 'We'd be anonymous in Muggle London, I know the area a little bit, and you enjoyed it last time, don't deny it.'

'I enjoyed the teenager getting undressed in front of me.'

'Well I'll be there,' Harry grinned. 'And who knows, maybe I'll go skinny dipping in the Thames.'

Lucius chuckled and kised Harry properly. 'Sounds perfect, my love.'

'Mm,' Harry nodded. 'Sleep time now.'

Lucius smiled.

{oOo}

Harry and Lucius dressed seperately, Lucius stating that a proper date meant that he would pick Harry up. Harry was standing in their bedroom staring into the wardrobe, trying to figure out what to wear. Draco was lounging on the bed watching, smiling every time Harry threw a shirt aside.

'Father won't care what you're wearing,' Draco said when Harry tossed another shirt aside. 'He's, you know, in love with you.'

'That's not the point, Draco.'

'Go naked, he'd love that,' Draco said.

Harry scowled at his kit and grabbed at his hair, frustrated. With an eye roll, Draco slid off the bed with Malfoy grace and approached. He disappeared into the wardrobe and came back with an outfit in about five minutes.

Harry slipped into the dark green button-up shirt, doing the buttons and cuffs up before pulling on the jet-black jeans. He added a brand new pair of black trainers he'd bought as well as the vest Draco had handed him. It was black and made from magically woven cotton courtesy of Madam Malkin. It had emerald green pinstripes that went well with the shirt as well as Harry's eyes.

'How'd you do that?' Harry asked.

'Do what?' Draco said.

'Put together an outfit in five minutes when I've been standing here half-an-hour trying to rip my hair out.'

Draco smiled. 'I'm a Malfoy.'

Harry supposed that was answer enough; Lucius had impeccible taste and was always dressed well, Narcissa too. It seemed to have rubbed off on Draco, who looked Harry over.

Draco frowned at the shorter teen and reached up, brushing his fingers through his messy black hair. 'Doesn it-'

'No, it doesn't lie flat, no matter what I do,' Harry said.

'Have you tried magic?'

'I'd rather keep my hair, thanks,' Harry said. He went into the bathroom to make sure his face looked good. After a quick wipe and moisturise (Lucius had turned him into a beauty products lover), Harry came back out. 'Well?' he said nervously.

Draco grinned. Harry looked gorgeous, even though Draco felt no sexual attraction to him whatsoever. He could see the appeal though. The jeans were tight fitting and showed off Harry's slim hips and muscled thighs. The shirt was untucked, the vest open, and his flat stomach and toned chest were visible.

After undoing the top three buttons of Harry's shirt, Draco said, 'And now one more thing.' He went over to his father's dresser and hunted around for a minute before coming back.

'Father loves this cologne but it doesn't suit him,' Draco explained as he gave Harry a quick spritz. 'He'll love it on you.'

'Thanks, Draco,' Harry said and went to hug the blonde.

'No, no, Father will want to smell you tonight,' Draco said. 'He doesn't want my scent masking yours.'

Harry blushed and fiddled with his cuffs one last time before checking his pocket watch. 'Well... better go.'

Draco grinned again and followed Harry from the room. Lucius was waiting in the sitting room and Harry's mouth fell open.

The man, who always seemed taller then he was, looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing fitting black trousers and highly polished leather shoes with a deep blue button-up shirt that brought out the colour in his eyes. A jet black tie was done up perfectly and, like Harry, he'd forgone a suit-jacket in favour of a vest. It was as black as his tie and trousers, making the colour of his shirt and eyes stand out. His hair was done back with a deep blue ribbon, leaving his smooth face clear.

Harry stood rooted to the spot, staring (well, leering) at the man who had been bonded to him for life. He couldn't believe someone so handsome existed. Lucius was like an angel, or a demon dressed as an angel. Perfect blonde hair, chissled features, beautiful clothing...

'Harry?' Draco whispered. The teenager jumped as a coat was pressed into his hands. 'In case it gets cold.'

'Th-Thank you... erm...'

'Draco,' the blonde reminded him.

'Mm,' Harry nodded, not really listening.

Lucius wasn't doing any better; Harry looked extremely delicious in those clothes and Lucius wanted to rip them off. The sexual tension was mounting and making Draco uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and both men snapped back to themselves.

'My apologies,' Lucius said and held his arm out. 'Mr Potter, you look ravishing.'

Harry blushed and took his arm. 'Thank you,' he mumbled. 'You look... wow.'

Lucius beamed and led Harry out, Draco shaking his head behind them.

'Idiots, honestly,' the young veela muttered as he went to check he'd packed everything for tomorrow.

{oOo}

Lucius escorted Harry out and across the grounds, the two running into Hagrid again. Hagrid smiled at them; it was obvious they were going on a date.

'Yer scrub up good, 'Arry,' the man commented.

Lucius frowned but didn't want to ruin the night by getting jealous. He pasted a smile on his face, asked how Hagrid was, and then tugged his partner along.

'Jealous,' Harry commented.

'Pardon?'

'You were jealous.'

'I was not.'

Harry grinned. 'Don't pout, Lucius.'

'I'm not pouting.'

'Are too.'

'Harry, this is a date, please stop teasing me.'

'Then stop pouting.'

'I'm not pouting!'

Harry was silent before whispering, 'Yeah you are.'

Lucius huffed and Harry chuckled. Lucius was still pouting.

{oOo}

They appeared in a small alleyway near the expensive clothing store Lucius had taken Harry to just after six pm. They looked around to make sure they hadn't been seen before setting off.

It was a warm night and Lucius carried both their coats as he led Harry through the city. Neither had any idea where they were going, they couldn't exactly walk into the posh restaraunts Lucius usually frequented. They settled for just walking, talking, and looking; enjoying each other's company and the city around them.

The couple passed a few small restaurants but none of them seemed to pull them in. It wasn't until they passed a small sushi bar that Harry jumped up and down.

'I've always wanted to try sushi!'

Lucius looked down at him. 'You've never had sushi?' When Harry shook his head, his partner dragged him inside. Unfortunately Lucius' veela didn't like that particular sushi place and they left empty handed. When Harry asked why they couldn't eat there, Lucius wrinkled his nose and said, 'If you and your veela were closer, you wouldn't eat there either.'

'Is this like a scent thing?' Harry questioned. 'Like, you could smell that the sushi was bad?' Lucius nodded and Harry said, 'That's so cool.'

Lucius smiled as he led Harry along. 'How about we find another place, hmm?'

They found another small restaurant and Harry got a bit of everything. He and Lucius went to sit on a low brick wall near a bank, watching the Muggles walk past as they ate.

Harry didn't know the proper names for the sushi, only that some had chicken, others beef, a couple were vegetables, and a few more tuna. Lucius stuck to the chicken ones, pouring soy sauce all over them. He seemed to love soy sauce and used three on one roll.

Harry sniffed his chicken roll before taking a hesitant bite. It was strange, but nice, the rice balancing the strong taste of seaweed well, and the other ingredients blending together nicely. He tried the soy sauce and nearly choked, Lucius laughing as he patted his back.

'No need to drown your sushi with sauce, Harry.'

'You do.'

Lucius smiled. 'I enjoy it. This is your first time trying it; take it slow.'

Harry did and found he enjoyed the sushi a lot more. He ate a few rolls before Lucius shrank the rest and placed a statis charm on them to keep them fresh. He slid them into his trouser pocket and stood. Harry took his arm with a smile and they headed off again.

Harry bought a can of Coke from a small cafe, Lucius a coffee, and they sipped their drinks as they walked. Harry told Lucius all about the very few times he'd been to London; once when he needed to see a doctor, the time he'd had to go to the Ministry for his hearing (Lucius remembered teasing Harry after the graveyard incident and apologised), the time he, Ron and Hermione had been on the run from Death Eaters (Lucius apologised again), and once for Dudley's eighth birthday when the Dursleys couldn't dump him anywhere.

'There was a jumping castle, I thought it was really cool,' Harry said.

'Harry, what's a jumping castle?' Lucius asked.

Harry grinned. 'It's like... a big thing made out of material, I think it's nylon, and filled with air. They're usually in the shapes of castles, hence the name. You can bounce on it, it's fun when you're a kid.' He paused. 'Actually, it'd probably be fun now.'

'Material that bounces?' Lucius clarified.

'Well, imagine a pillow filled with air. If it was all closed up, and air was continiously blown into it, it would stay inflated. You could bounce on it all day.'

Lucius was staring at him oddly and Harry rolled his eyes.

'Never mind. My point is, I had fun on the jumping castle until Dudley threw me off it. Broke my glasses clean in half and nearly my arm too.' He raised his left arm as he said, 'Small fracture, I had to wear a cast for two months.'

Lucius scowled and Harry felt anger radiating off his mate. He stopped walking and pulled Lucius down for a soft kiss.

'It was years ago, Lucius.'

'It still annoys me,' Lucius growled. 'How could your aunt and uncle just let your cousin treat you like that?'

Harry sighed. 'Dudley only did it because his parents encouraged him. When I left Privet Drive, Dudley didn't want me to leave. He's written me a letter saying sorry and that he wants to be in my life.'

'Why would you want that?'

'He's my cousin, Lucius, the only blood relative I have left besides his parents. If Dudley wants to try and change and make it up to me, I have to let him. He was just a kid when he bullied me and Uncle Vernon encouraged it.

'It's like Draco,' Harry said. 'He was a prat because you encouraged that behaviour; he learned to be mean to people he thought below him from you. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's a bad person, just that you taught him some crappy principles.'

Lucius looked down. 'I'm sorry about that. I never wanted Draco to be as spiteful as me. I spoiled him because I wanted to be a good father, I didn't want to be like my father.' He sighed. 'Somehow I ended up being just as bad.'

'Draco's fine now, he's learned his lesson and grown up,' Harry said. 'And so have you, Lucius. You've done some bad things but you're not a bad person, I know it.'

'You're far to forgiving,' Lucius said.

Harry shrugged. 'I've been told that plenty of times. But I'm happy so... no harm done.'

'Fractured arm, Harry.'

'Come on, stop ruining our date,' Harry said and tugged Lucius along the footpath. 'I'll tell you about the time I set a boa constrictor on Dudley.'

'You did what?'

{oOo}

They ended up near the Thames, Harry had no idea where. Not every English person knew everything about London. The water was murky and brown, lapping at the concrete beneath the railing, and Harry and Lucius watched various boats push through the water.

'This is nice,' Harry said.

'The water is filthy.'

'I'm not asking you to swim in it.'

Lucius smiled. 'I recall you telling me you might go skinny dipping.'

Harry chuckled and said, 'Not bloody likely, look at it.'

'Come on,' Lucius teased and moved closer. He wrapped an arm around the teenager, pushing their bodies together. Harry shivered but welcomed the warmth. 'Take your clothes off,' Lucius whispered, 'and go for a swim.'

'I will,' Harry said back, tilting his head to look at the taller man, 'after you.'

'No, that wasn't the deal.'

'There wasn't any deal, just me talking.'

'Hmm...' Lucius murmured, face leaning closer to Harry's. 'I suppose you are correct.'

'Lucius?'

'Yes?'

'Shut up and kiss me.'

Lucius smirked. 'With pleasure, little mate.' He closed the distance and pressed a soft kiss to Harry's lips, the teen sighing and leaned back into him. Lucius' free hand came up to cup Harry's cheek, thumb stroking his smooth, warm skin.

Lucius kept the kiss chaste, not wanting to maul Harry in public... though that seemed like a very fine idea. So it was with regret that Lucius pulled back. Harry whined and Lucius chuckled.

Pressing a quick kiss to his mate's lips, Lucius said, 'Shall we continue?'

'With the kissing? Yes.'

'No, Harry, with our date.'

'Why can't our date be all about kissing?' Harry asked.

Lucius smiled. 'There is more to our relationship then making out, Harry.'

'I know that,' the Gryffindor grumbled. 'It just happens to be a very nice part of our relationship.'

'There will be plenty of time for kissing later,' Lucius said and pulled Harry from the railing.

'There'd better be,' Harry said and wrapped an arm around Lucius' waist. He snuggled into the man's side as they walked, Lucius smiling down at him.

{oOo}

Harry wanted chips and Lucius watched as he passed the Muggle money over to the cashier, who handed him a foam box filled with the cooked potatoes. Lucius was bemused by Muggle money. He knew the conversion rate, knew what was what, but he didn't understand why Muggles chose to use colourful paper.

Harry flipped the box open and stuck his fork in, lifting two chips covered in red and white sauces to his mouth. He slipped them in and chewed before shouting and fanning his mouth.

'Hot, hot, hot!'

Lucius smirked as his mate jumped up and down, blowing air out of his mouth and cursing. 'That teaches you to be aware of how hot your food is,' Lucius said. Harry swore at him and Lucius bought the teenager another can of Coke. Harry chugged it down and breathed a sigh of relief.

And then he did it all over again.

'What's the sauce?' Lucius asked as they walked, Harry licking said sauce from his lips.

'Hot chilli and garlic,' Harry said. 'Delicious.'

'You're a curious individual.'

'I'm insane,' Harry grinned.

'Yes, but I was phrasing it nicely.'

Harry chuckled and stuck his fork back on. 'Want some?'

'No, thank you.'

'Suit yourself,' Harry said and chowed down.

{oOo}

The chips were done, three cans of Coke down, and four rolls of sushi. Was Harry full? No.

He wanted rice and Lucius had to stop while he purchased a plastic container full from a Chinese Restaraunt. He then watched his mate shovel the grains into his mouth with a spoon. Oh, and there were the dozen spring rolls he'd bought that were also devoured.

'Harry, why do you eat so much?' Lucius asked as another spring roll disappeared.

'Oh, sorry,' the teen blushed.

'It's not a problem,' Lucius said and pinched a spring roll. He munched on a mouthful before saying, 'Draco eats a lot as well.'

'You know how I grew up,' Harry said, 'do you think the Dursleys let me eat what I wanted?'

'I suppose not,' Lucius said sadly.

'I got the bare essentials,' Harry explained. 'Two pieces of buttered toast for breakfast, a plain cheese sandwich for lunch at school or on weekends, and either a sandwich or the leftovers for dinner. Dudley and Uncle Vernon got first pick; they ate heaps. Then Aunt Petunia, then me. I was lucky to get a sliver of meat and some mushy vegetables. I got small cans of soup a lot.'

Lucius felt anger and sadness crash over him. He'd always lived in luxary, even as a boy. Lucius had never gone hungry, had never wanted anything...

... besides someone who loved him. His mother had disappeared when he was six (Lucius had always suspected his father and the other Death Eaters) and Abraxas Malfoy made the Dursleys look like a loving family. There were belts and hexes thrown at Lucius from the time he could walk.

But he'd always eaten, had always been given new clothes and books. Harry hadn't had anything and it made Lucius half furious, half depressed. He should have been there to protect his mate, Harry had been his other half even as a child. Instead Lucius had ignored the boy when he was twelve, had teased and bullied him, had told Draco to do the same.

'Lucius?' Harry said.

Lucius blinked back his thoughts and looked down to see Harry staring at him, spoon half raised to his mouth.

'I'm sorry,' the Slytherin said. 'I just hate thinking about your childhood.'

Harry shrugged. 'I never had one, there's nothing to miss.'

'You'll have one,' Lucius said.

When Harry asked what he meant, Lucius refused to answer. Shrugging, the teenager went back to their previous conversation.

'As I was saying, I've never been able to eat whatever I want. Hogwarts was the first place I could and... well, I've always been so stressed out; what with Voldemort out to get me, my friends arguing, Dumbledore acting weird, Severus trying to put me on detention every five minutes, and Ginny stalking me, the last thing on my mind was food.

'But Voldemort's gone, Ginny's angry at me and hopefully won't be rubbing against me any time soon-' Lucius growled but Harry ignored him, '- and I'm happy with you and Kit. So... why not eat all I can? I want to try all kinds of food, whatever I want, whenever I want.'

'If that's what you want,' Lucius said. 'Just don't complain to me when you eat something disgusting, end up throwing up, or gain weight.'

'Everyone's always telling me to eat more,' Harry said, sucking on his spoon.

'Usually you stop when you're full.'

'Never,' Harry said.

{oOo}

The rice and spring rolls were gone, Lucius having eaten four or five, and they strolled through a park. The lights that lined the path every few metres were on, giving the place a soft glow that would be terrifying if on your own. Harry was a strong wizard with a big, burly blonde to protect him; he felt safe.

Lucius was fascinated by the lights and kept staring up at them.

'It's called electricity,' Harry explained. 'It's used to charge and power Muggle technology like fridges, toasters, televisions. It travels along wires that are built into the light and can be turned off or on with a switch or timer.'

Lucius nodded though Harry thought the man might not quite understand. 'Harry?' he said after a minute.

'Mm?'

'What's a fridge, toaster, and television?'

Harry giggled. He was by no means an expert on Muggles, having spent so much time in the magic world, but he knew bits and pieces from his first ten years, as well as all the advances in technology Hermione had told him about.

'Well, a fridge is like a giant cooler box that runs off electricity,' Harry said. 'They can be small, about as tall as me, or massive, even bigger then you, with a cooler part and a freezer part. It keeps your food fresh for longer.'

'Right,' Lucius said. 'A toaster?'

'Toasts bread,' Harry said.

'Why not use fire?' Lucius queried. 'I know Muggles don't have access to magic, obviously, but surely fire would do.'

'Some people use fire when they go camping, or in countries that are poorer then Britain or America,' Harry said. 'But a toaster is a lot easier and safer.'

'I see,' Lucius said. 'And the last one...'

'A television?' Lucius nodded. 'It's a box that projects pictures onto a screen. You know how in our world, pictures in the paper and photos move?' Another nod from Lucius. 'Well a television is moving pictures, in colour, with words. You can hear the people speaking.'

Lucius' eyes lit up. 'The people speak?'

'Yep.'

'How?'

'I don't know exactly, televisions have speakers and it's got something to do with... something,' he said sheepishly, realising he didn't really know how televisions worked. 'You can watch programmes on it,' Harry said.

'Programmes?'

'Imagine a theatre play,' Harry said. 'That performance is recorded and you can add music and different camera angles. It can be re-shown over and over again.'

Lucius looked even more curious and Harry grinned.

After checking his pocket watch, he turned and said, 'How about we find a shopping centre and I'll show you?'

Lucius nodded enthusiastically and Harry tugged him along. They had to stop a few times to ask where they could find a shopping centre and eventually stumbled across a small one. Harry dragged Lucius into the brightly lit building, the older wizard looking around at the lights and people with unrepressed curiosity in his eyes.

They found a small electronics store that had TVs in the front window and Lucius stood, mouth gaping open, as he stared at them. Harry giggled quietly and led the man inside so he could hear the audio.

'This is brilliant, Harry, I never knew Muggles were so... smart,' he said.

'They've found plenty of ways to get along without magic,' Harry nodded.

'I want a television,' Lucius said.

'They don't work at Hogwarts,' Harry said. 'But you could always buy one for your Manor.'

'Our Manor,' Lucius corrected softly as he poked his finger at one of the screens.

'Excuse me?' Harry said.

Lucius ripped his eyes away from the television and said, 'Our Manor, Harry. Malfoy Manor is your home too.'

Harry's mouth fell open and Lucius smirked.

'Did you think I'd let you return to Grimmauld Place?' He shook his head. 'Of course you can visit and stay with your godfather and Lupin, but you belong with me. I will return to Malfoy Manor after my house elves clean it of the Dark Lord's stay and you will come with me.'

He stepped closer to pull Harry in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

'Silly little veela,' he chastised. 'I will provide whatever you need, Harry. You are already my mate, my other half, and one day I hope you will be my husband, my partner, and a Master to my Lord.'

Harry gulped before whispering, 'H-Home?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'Malfoy Manor will be your home if you want it to be.'

Harry was close to tears. He'd never had a home, not once. Privet Drive was full of bad memories and Hogwarts, while great, was a school and the place Harry had killed someone. The Burrow wasn't his and Grimmauld Place was Sirius', even though his godfather always welcomed him there.

The sound of a proper home, of spending his days at Malfoy Manor with Lucius and Draco and maybe his friends too... it made Harry's heart swell with joy.

Lucius felt the changing emotions and smiled. He kissed Harry again before saying, 'Come, let's look around some more. I'll have to converse with Miss Granger next time I see her.'

Harry looked at him curiously. 'Why?'

'Muggles are fascinating,' Lucius admitted, 'and I regret all the years I thought they weren't.'

Harry grinned. 'Hermione will love to talk to you about it. Hey, you can talk to Arthur Weasley too.' Lucius scowled at him. 'What? He loves Muggles.'

'I refuse to talk to that man,' Lucius muttered.

'What if Draco's mate is a Weasley?'

Lucius stopped dead, forcing a few Muggles to curse and throw him and Harry dirty looks. 'What did you say?'

'Draco told me that even as a part veela he has a mate, he just doesn't know who he or she is. What if it turns out to be a Weasley? Will you try and force them apart?'

'Of course not,' Lucius said. 'Draco's mate will be perfect for him.'

'Even if it's a Weasley?'

Lucius hesitated before saying, 'Yes, even if it's a Weasley.'

'Well then, you and Mr Weasley would have to talk, wouldn't you?'

'Harry, why must you ruin everything?'

Harry chuckled. 'Come on, Veela-Boy.'

'Veela-Boy?' Lucius said as Harry dragged him up an escalator.

'Hermione called me that,' Harry said. He realised Lucius wasn't listening; the wizard was staring at the escalator, trying to figure out how it worked. 'Electricity,' Harry said.

'It's like magic,' Lucius said in wonder.

Harry giggled.

{oOo}

After stopping at a bookstore so Lucius could buy books on electricty, technology, and a dozen other subjects, they headed back out into the London night.

It was chilly now and Lucius helped Harry into his coat, the teen blushing when the older wizard pressed a kiss to his cheek.

They mostly just talked and walked, enjoying the sights, the Muggles, and each other. They passed a gelato shop and Harry just had to have ice-cream. Lucius got a small scoop of vanilla, Harry a waffle cone with three scoops.

'Peppermint, banana, and cookies and cream,' the teen grinned as he licked it. Lucius groaned. 'What?' Harry asked.

'You shouldn't eat ice-cream in front of me in public,' Lucius muttered.

Harry giggled and licked his cone again. Lucius glared at him.

{oOo}

Their day had to end eventually and Harry and Lucius ended up at a small cafe that stayed open late. They sat on the plastic seats as Lucius ordered them both hot chocolate and a slice of banana cake to share.

Harry ate most of it and sat back when he was done, sipping his hot chocolate. 'Argh, I ate too much.'

'What did I say?'

'That you think I'm gorgeous and would never, ever say, 'I told you so'?' Harry ventured.

Lucius chuckled. 'Something like that.'

'Mm, I'm pretty sure I then said that you should wear jeans.' Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Come on, Lucius, picture your arse in jeans,' Harry said. 'Delicious.'

'You're strange.'

'Yes, yes I am.'

'I wouldn't change anything about you.'

'No?' Harry said and Lucius shook his head. 'My crazy hair?' Head shake. 'Shortness?' Another shake. 'Danger-loving ways, weird friends, Boy Saviour, awful childhood-'

Lucius cut Harry off by picking up the Gryffindor's left hand. He pressed a soft kiss to the smooth skin he found and rubbed his thumb over the area.

'Harry,' he said seriously, 'I like all of that, I like everything. Do you annoy me occasionaly? Yes. Do I wish you kept better company sometimes and didn't feel the need to dive to the ground just to catch a silly golden ball? Of course.

'But all of that makes you you, and I want it all, I like it all. So no, Harry, I don't want any of that to change. I accept that you had a bad childhood, it made you a stronger person. Your hair is adorable, you're the perfect height for me to have my way with you, and your friends love you.

'Everything is perfect from my point of view,' Lucius said, 'I wouldn't change a thing.' He kissed Harry's hand again.

Harry blinked, red tinging his cheeks, before he grinned. Instead of dropping Lucius' hand, he threaded their fingers together. 'I like everything about you too,' he said. 'Over-grooming and Slytherin-ness included.'

Lucius snorted into his drink and Harry grinned.

They spent another hour at the cafe until suddenly Harry was looking around. Lucius watched, confused, as Harry withdrew his wand. After making sure no Muggles were watching them, Harry waved his wand. Their mugs shrank and Harry stuffed them into his pocket.

'What are you doing?' Lucius asked.

'Come on,' Harry said and leapt to his feet. He took off running and Lucius had no choice but to follow. They ran for a full two minutes before Harry jumped on Lucius. 'Piggyback ride!'

'Harry, get off me,' the Slytherin growled.

'Never,' Harry grinned. He wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck, his legs around his waist. 'Piggyback, piggyback,' he said and kissed Lucius on the neck.

Lucius groaned in annoyance and grabbed Harry's legs. 'Don't fall,' he warned.

'Don't drop me then,' Harry countered as they began walking, Harry giggling into Lucius' ear.

Even though Harry had jumped him, Lucius still felt... nice. He liked having Harry this close, the teenager's lithe form pressed into his back. He held the boy tightly and Harry pressed kisses to his neck, his jaw, every few seconds.

Lucius definitely enjoyed piggyback rides.

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'Harry, I'm an old man.'

'Are not.'

'I'm twenty-six years older then you.'

'... Lucius, when's your birthday?'

'You're really going to ask that while you're breaking my back?'

'I'm hardly heavy.'

Lucius sighed.

'So... birthday?' Harry asked.

'October 27th, yours?'

'July 31st.'

Lucius snorted. 'You're a Leo?'

'Yeah, I am. Why?'

Lucius snorted again.

'Why's that funny?'

'You're more Gryffindor then Slytherin.'

Harry smiled. 'Didn't we agree that that was a good thing?' He pressed another kiss to Lucius' neck.

'Um... yes,' Lucius mumbled.

Harry grinned and said, 'What's your starsign?'

'Scorpio.'

Harry giggled. 'So you've got a bit of a string?'

'I sting like a scorpion,' Lucius smiled, 'and bite like a snake.'

'Figures,' Harry said. 'You said you're twenty-six years older then me.'

'Yes, I said it about three minutes ago,' Lucius grumbled as he readjusted his grip on the teenager's legs.

'So what year were you born? I'm having too much fun to let maths ruin it.'

'Maths can be fun.'

'You sound like Hermione,' Harry muttered before repeating, 'what year were you born?'

'What year were you born?'

'1980. You?'

'1954.'

'So you're...'

'Forty-four.'

'Ooh, that's middle aged in the Muggle world.'

'Harry-'

'I still think you're sexy.'

'Of course I am,' Lucius said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Harry grinned. 'Mm, I think you have every right to be proud of your looks.' He ran a hand through Lucius' hair, shifting back so he could flip Lucius' ponytail.

'Stop moving!' Lucius hissed, fingers digging into Harry's legs.

'Stop tickling me!' Harry retorted, moving again.

'This is a date, you do remember that, yes?' Lucius said.

'And why can't one date carry the other date on their back?' Harry asked.

'... It's undignifed.'

'It's fun.'

'It's silly.'

'It's warm, comfy, and smells nice.'

'You say that about everything.'

'Well you're warm...' Harry's arms tightened around his mate's chest, '... you're comfy...' he wiggled, making Lucius groan but not in pain, '... and you smell nice...' Harry trailed off to press his face into Lucius' neck and breathe in deeply. He hummed in delight.

'You won't win this fight by being cute.'

'Am I being cute?'

'Very.'

'That's hardly my fault.'

'Harry...'

'Fine, fine,' Harry said and slid from Lucius' back. He gave the man a hug and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 'You want a turn?'

Lucius smiled. 'I'd break your back, little one.'

'I'm stronger then I look.'

'Mm-hmm.'

Harry pouted. 'I am.'

Lucius chuckled and linked their fingers. They walked until they were back by the Thames and Lucius asked, 'Why'd we run and steal two mugs?'

Harry pulled the mugs out and they re-sized. 'I wanted something to remember our first date,' Harry said. 'Just imagine, twenty years from now, celebrating our anniversary and drinking coffee from these mugs.'

Lucius smiled and pulled his mate in. 'Twenty years, hmm?'

'Yep,' Harry said and hugged Lucius tight.

'I like the sound of that.'

'Forty years would be better, now that I think about it,' Harry said.

'Fifty?' Lucius suggested.

'A hundred.'

Lucius chuckled. 'How about two hundred?'

Harry pulled back and smiled at him. 'Two thousand years, take it or leave it.'

Lucius took a few seconds to mull it over and Harry slapped him lightly. 'Deal,' the blonde said and kissed Harry quickly.

Suddenly Lucius stepped back and drew away, a gleam in his eyes.

'Lucius?' Harry said.

Lucius smirked and pulled out his wand. With a swish and flick (Harry could still hear Hermione's 'levi-OH-sah'), the mugs hovered over Harry's hands and transformed into silver wine goblets studded with emeralds and other stones.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked closely at the cups, which had fallen back into his hands.

'Yes, they're real,' Lucius said. 'These goblets have been in my family for generations.'

'How... how?' Harry asked.

'A simple bit of magic to replace the mugs with the goblets,' Lucius said. 'There are now two white mugs sitting in the cabinet in my study at Malfoy Manor, just waiting for our two thousand year anniversary.'

Harry giggled as Lucius waved his wand again. The goblets were filled with dark red wine and Lucius took one back.

'To our first date,' Lucius said, holding his goblet out.

Harry clinked them together in a toast. 'To the first of many,' he said.

Lucius inclined his head and they sipped their alcohol.

Lucius leaned against the railing and drew Harry in, warming the Gryffindor's body with his own. Harry had half finished his wine when Lucius turned to him.

'Harry, I don't want you to panic,' Lucius said. Harry looked at him, confused. 'I'm not proposing, I have no intention of marrying you until you finish Hogwarts.'

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he realised Lucius hadn't been joking; he wanted to marry Harry, make him Master Malfoy, spend the rest of his life with the Boy Saviour.

Lucius placed his goblet on the ground and pulled something from his trouser pocket. Harry gasped; it was a black velvet ring box.

'Harry, this is for you,' Lucius said and pulled the box open.

Inside was a gorgeous silver ring, chunky with a large black stone. A golden coat of arms with an M had been magiced onto the stone and Harry stared at it.

'Wait, that's-'

'The Malfoy Family Coat of Arms,' Lucius said and showed Harry his own ring. It was on his right hand, the second smallest finger, and was the same as the ring he'd got Harry only slightly bigger. 'My ring is a symbol; it shows that I'm the head of the Malfoy family,' Lucius explained. 'Draco has one too, smaller then these two, that shows he's my heir. When I die, or step aside, Draco will inherit my ring.'

Harry stared at Lucius' before his eyes drifted back to the ring box.

'Harry, I want you to have this one.'

'W-Why?' Harry asked.

'This ring shows that you are part of the Malfoy Family and that you're my partner,' Lucius said. 'It doesn't matter that we're not married yet, we're soulmates, and I want the world to know that you're the one I've chosen. If you wear this ring, everywhere you go people will know you're mine, that you're the chosen partner of the Malfoy family patriarch.' He bit his lip, looking nervous. 'Will you tell the world you're mine?'

Harry stared at the ring for another few seconds before throwing his arms around Lucius' neck. 'I can't believe how amazing you are,' he said softly. 'I know we're together but... but doing this...' He pulled back and Lucius was alarmed to see tears. 'Lucius, you have no idea how much this means to me,' Harry continued, wiping his eyes. 'I've always wanted a family that loves me and now...'

'Now you have it,' Lucius said softly.

Harry smiled. 'But I thought we were waiting to tell people?'

'You don't have to wear it right away.'

'I want to,' Harry said. 'Um... do you have a chain for it?'

With a smile, Lucius nodded and pointed his wand at Harry's goblet. A strip of silver twisted away from the top of the goblet and floated through the air. Lucius muttered under his breath and the strip twisted and turned before becoming a beautiful but simple linked chain.

Lucius slid the ring onto the chain and said, 'Turn.'

Harry did as asked and Lucius looped the chain around his neck. He fastened it quickly and stroked down the chain until his fingers rested on the ring, which sat just against the middle of Harry's chest. Harry raised his own fingers and linked them, holding the ring with Lucius.

'Thank you so much,' he whispered.

'Not a problem, Harry,' Lucius said.

They shared a soft, tender kiss, lips loving and warm. When they broke apart they remained against each other, Harry's head tilted to press against Lucius' chest.

Suddenly the teen had an idea and drew away. 'Can I have this goblet?' he asked, holding up the one Lucius had mutliated to make the chain.

Lucius shrugged. 'I have dozens.'

Harry smiled and crouched down. He tipped the remaining wine out and sat the goblet on the ground. Biting his lip in concentration, Harry pointed his own wand at the goblet.

Lucius watched as Harry bent and shaped the silver, strips sliding off the cup like Lucius had done earlier. A bright green emerald slid from it's fastening and Harry caught it in his left hand.

Eventually, and with a lot of cussing from Harry, the silver reshaped itself and formed into a ring. Harry took the emerald and held it against the little band. He waved his wand, spoke soft words, and set the stone into the ring.

Smiling, Harry stood and said, 'One more thing.' He pointed his wand at the emerald and poked it. A few seconds later he presented the finished product to Lucius.

It was a silver ring, celtic in design, with the bright green emerald as a setting. A crude H had been carved into the stone and Harry blushed.

'I just figured,' the Gryffindor said, 'you gave me a ring that says I'm yours and... and I wanted you to have one too, a ring that says you're mine. Is that okay?'

Lucius had never received anything so beautiful and told Harry that. Like Harry, he couldn't wear it without anyone asking questions, so Lucius created another chain from the now broken goblet and handed it to Harry.

Harry slid the ring on and stood tall to put the chain around Lucius' neck. Once done, he touched the ring and Lucius did too.

There was a flash of gold light and both blinked.

'What was that?' Harry asked, withdrawing his hands. He gasped and looked at the ring.

It had changed, had become... more beautiful. The ring was now perfectly round, with wavy patterns drawn into the band. The emerald was rectangular and smaller, set deep into the silver band. And, on the stone, was a beautifully scripted H done in black.

'Wow,' Harry said.

'Our bond,' Lucius explained. 'Our veela magic mixed together to create this. It's a symbol of our growing affection, Harry.' He looked up at the teenager.

'That's so... amazing,' Harry said.

'No, you're amazing,' Lucius said and tugged Harry in. They shared another kiss, this one more passionate then before.

'Thank you for tonight, Lucius,' Harry said. 'This was the best day of my life.'

'Really?' Lucius asked.

'Mm,' Harry said. 'Why wouldn't it be? Chinese food, sushi, ice-cream, and a gorgeous blonde.' He grinned and wrapped his arms around Lucius' neck. 'Best day every, believe me.'

Lucius smiled. 'I agree completely,' he said and kissed the teen again.

They stood by the Thames just holding each other, looking out across the water and London, feeling like the luckiest two people in the world.
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