A New Family For Harry

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In this chapter, there are definitely some developments that you might want to comment on. You'll see exactly who it is that the "Getting His Way" of this arc refers to -- I'm *very* curious to learn your reactions. Ahem. :)



Now, on to the story:









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"Another brandy, Severus?" Lucius inquired, the crystal decanter in his hand poised above Severus's glass.



"No, I think -- well, why not?" Severus slurred.



For whatever reason, Severus had indulged in far more to drink than was his wont. Lucius smiled as he poured once more. Perhaps it was Snape evidencing his nervousness about being given an indirect allowance to approach Narcissa. Yes, that must have had something to do with the way Severus had drunken so freely of the proffered wine at dinner, and now was encouraging Lucius to fill his glass even more. Narcissa had seemed pleased with the hesitantly offered attentions, elegantly acknowledging Severus's compliments and laughing becomingly at his sarcastic remarks. It would go no further immediately, of that Lucius was sure. Snape was too self-conscious, and Narcissa too keen on the rituals of courtship to give in right away, though he did surmise that she had interest in the matter from the way her lovely eyes followed Snape's long fingers with a subtle enthusiasm as Severus drank and ate at the table.



Lucius, meanwhile, had been distracted by the two boys. Draco was under some sort of advisement from Narcissa, for it seemed he had gotten hold of an adult's wand and had cast a hex upon young Ron Weasley. The adults had quickly set all to rights, but of course Draco should not have stolen another's wand, not to mention, as Narcissa exclaimed, "Hexing a guest we have invited to our party, when there are Ministry officials present and a reporter from the Prophet covering the event! Really, Draco, there is a time and place for hexing, and this was not it!" Lucius had already sent a lavish apology to the Weasley household, and though the reply from Arthur had been guarded, there had been something of the "boys will be boys" sentiment in it, so he had not become unduly concerned.



So Draco was scowling at his dinner more than eating it, refusing to look up when Lucius asked a question or two about the other happenings of the day, though he did at least answer in clipped tones.



Harry was similarly quiet, though he did eat a bit of his dinner. It could have been that he was simply worn out from the goings on and the great many guests. He didn't seem upset particularly, for he responded to inquiries about the particular games and interactions that had gone on. But he did appear to be thinking hard about something, for his small brow furrowed more than once, and he tilted his head to the side every so often as though trying out a theory or two.



A few times during the meal, Lucius would feel Harry's eyes upon him, but when he glanced up, Harry was never looking in his direction.



He did, however, catch Harry examining Severus, and watching Severus's gallantry and listening to his conversation with Narcissa. Well, it was the most interesting exchange occurring at their table, especially since Draco was now actively pouting at his pudding, so Lucius supposed Harry could not be blamed for that.



Now, Lucius poured his own brandy -- only his second, for he had no wish to sink into a state of half-awareness tonight -- and settled onto a divan. "I do thank you for remaining her for the duration of the day," Lucius remarked as Severus took a healthy swig of his brandy and leaned back in his club chair. "It is always a treat to have your company, and on a day when everything is overrun with shrieking children, it is even more welcome to have you in our midst."



"Thank you," Severus said, a bit louder than was strictly necessary. He raised his drink in a toast, sloshing a bit of it on the carpet. Lucius made a moue of distaste at the display, but it was of no concern. They had a house elf who was very adept at getting rid of all sorts of stains.



"I imagine you would want to Floo back to Hogwarts rather than Apparate," Lucius observed with some delicacy as Severus swayed where he sat.



"No, no. Oh, Floo?" Severus blinked at him, and then held his glass up. "One more 'fore I go, should I?"



"Hmmmm." Lucius regarded him with a small smile. "I wonder if it would be best for all concerned if you stayed at the Manor tonight, Severus."



Snape put up the expected protestations, but after some mild encouragement, decided he would after all remain overnight. Lucius called for a house elf to guide Snape to his rooms, instructing it in an undertone to have plenty of brewed coffee and water when Snape requested it. They hadn't any sort of Hangover Potion on hand that he could recall, but given Snape's slight stagger as he followed the house elf forward, Lucius imagined that the problem might be more that Snape would awaken still in his cups rather than with a headache.



Lucius took a few moments to scratch out a note or two with his quill, though the morning would be soon enough for sending the missives. Still, he felt better having taken care of a bit of business, and on the whole, he counted the day a fine success. The party had obviously gone well, the Malfoys were unquestionably held in esteem as one of the first families of their elite circle, Lucius's plan to develop an affair between Narcissa and a man he trusted, had befriended, and could therefore control was well under way.



And Harry. Things had gone quite well with Harry's...birthday kiss. Lucius closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he remembered. Harry had been all panting wild-eyed eagerness. If Lucius had urged him, he had no doubt that Harry would have been persuaded to lick his cock, or to rub Lucius off through his trousers. All that would wait, of course, until Lucius deemed it time to go further. He spent a few more moments pleasurably imagining what steps and liberties he could take, when, and where.



Suddenly there was a kind of snap in the air, and Lucius sat upright. His wards...the ones he had set into place to catch and observe Harry and Draco together if they should repeat their erotic overtures towards one another...one of them had gone off.



Strange, he thought as he hurried up the back staircase. This had not occurred at all since he put the wards in place, though he readily conceded that Harry and Draco must have had their moments of practice at their kissing and wriggling play. When he had seen Harry kiss his friend Ronald, there was no doubt that Harry had gained experience somewhere.



It was as though Harry or Draco had somehow understood how not to set the wards off...but no, they were far too young and completely untutored for such magical detection...weren't they?



Of course, the wards had been set to pick up on any sort of heightened sexual arousal combined with activity of more than one person. So a person indulging alone would not have tripped the alarm, nor would two people in the first stage of a kiss or other opening gambits.



Lucius could feel a cackle and knew that whatever and whomever had begun the activation, their activity was continuing still. He moved more quickly, casting a quick detection spell with his wand to learn which of the wards had gone off. The ones in the East Wing, the guest quarters -- the very quarter in which he had put Severus in by his instructions to the house elf.



It could not be -- Narcissa -- she would never have considered giving in so soon, without the proper succession of gifts, tokens, and declarations. No. It had to be --



Lucius moved into the hidden corridor system and rushed around to the location of Severus's suite, hurriedly conjuring a hidden panel so he could observe as quickly as possible.



And there, on the bed...



Severus was leaning back against a pile of pillows, obviously placed there to keep him propped up. He was good and drunk, that much was clear, from his clumsy motions to the situation he was letting unfold.



Because between Severus's long legs was young Harry. He must have at some point slipped into the room for a round of kisses, because his lips were a gorgeous shade of red and quite full as though they had been nipped at. But now, he sat on Severus's lap facing away, his pajama top discarded to the side, one arm reaching back to wind around Severus's neck, and moving his sinuous hips so that his perfect little bottom was rubbing back and forth on Severus's no doubt rigid cock.



Severus was still completely dressed -- Lucius guessed at once that he had either been too far gone or too bothered by the impropriety about all of this to be persuaded to part from his garments -- but he ran shaky hands up Harry's smooth chest, pausing to play with Harry's perfect little rosy nipples.



"You mustn't -- you must go back to your rooms, we cannot --" Severus cut himself off with a groan as Harry twisted his small head back to capture Severus's mouth in a frantic kiss.



Lucius gripped his wand, getting ready to do something -- stun Severus? levitate Harry away from his target? when Harry wrenched his mouth away with a gasp and returned to squirming on Severus's lap.



"It feels so good, don't you think?" Harry asked breathlessly. He grabbed one of Severus's wandering hands ("What are you -- we must stop," Severus said drunkenly, though he did not actually snatch his hand away) and placed it on top of his pajama pants, right at the waistband.



"If I want more, will you give it to me?" Harry hissed. He bucked his hips up so that Severus was faced with an immediate choice, either to slip his hand inside of Harry's pajama bottoms or to move his hand down on the outside and clutch him through them. Snape made a noise of protest, but panted as he chose the latter course, fondling Harry through the material of his pants.



Harry arched back with a delicious cry, looked up, and smiled -- smiled right at the spot where Lucius stood, frozen and hidden.



The child could see him through the magical protection he had in place?



"Yes, anything," Snape gasped, at last giving in fully.



Lucius saw white as he burst into the room through the door he had drawn with his wand. He had no plan, no strategy whatsoever, just the intent to separate his boy from Severus as quickly as possible.



Through the rage of blood, Lucius heard Harry cry out in distress as he snatched him from Severus's lap and threw him to the side. Severus shouted hoarsely, "Lucius, my god, I would never --" and then cringed back, futilely trying to cover the obvious bulge in his fitted trousers and looking everywhere but at his host.



Lucius grabbed Severus's hair, yanking his head back, and pointed his wand at Severus's neck.



"Oh, don't!" Harry cried out in fear.



"Ah, my old friend," Lucius crooned softly for Snape's ears alone. "I had said I found you discreet and trustworthy, a man worthy to be Narcissa's lover, had I not?"



Snape gave a jerky nod. Though his face was a schooled blank, his inebriated state and his fear were conspiring to show how anxious he must have been.



Lucius wrenched Severus's head back further. "Let me make this much clear to you now. I did not in any way intend my generous compliment to extend to your relationship with my beloved ward. Stay. Away. From Harry."









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