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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Chapter List
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AN: Chapter 15; Well I didn't get nearly as much writing done this week as planned, but chapter 16 is already with my beta, so hopefully that will be updated next week and I will be starting on chapter 17 really soon.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 09/07/2015)

Draco’s eyes slowly flickered open and he became aware he was curled up into Harry's side with his head resting against his mate's hip. Harry was sitting with his back against the headboard and the blond craned his neck slightly to look up at him; the dominant had a book open on his knees but didn't actually seem to be reading it, his eyes fixed on the view out the window across the room.
“Did you sleep at all?” Draco asked, his voice still somewhat gruff from sleep.
“No, I couldn’t,” Harry admitted, turning slowly to smile down at the blond, who had been sleeping curled up against his hip for the last six or seven hours.
“Couldn’t?” Draco asked, looking confused for a moment before frowning in realisation. “Please tell me you didn’t sit up guarding me all night.”
“I tried to sleep,” Harry insisted, but Draco didn’t look convinced. “I did, honestly,” he protested at Draco’s disbelieving expression, “but I couldn’t." He had felt a little foolish watching over Draco as he slept, but it wasn't something that he had been able to help. "This is still a strange environment, and while I like Adrien and your mother, apparently the Erote part of my brain wasn’t ready to trust them.”
“Harry...” Draco said with a weary sigh, shuffling himself into a sitting position and cuddling into Harry's side, his mate's arm wrapping around him and holding him close, “you should have just woken me and we could have gone back to Hogwarts.”
“No,” Harry said firmly, sounding entirely disapproving of that idea. “You were sleeping peacefully and I wanted you to be able to say goodbye to your mother properly this morning," he insisted. "That said, let’s go see if they are awake so you can do that and I can go home and sleep.”
“Ah...” Draco said slowly, placing his hand on Harry’s thigh and levering himself up kiss him quickly on the lips, “...so you admit you aren’t infallible after all?” he asked teasingly, knowing full well that Harry would never claim to be any such thing.
“Cheeky git,” Harry chastised affectionately, lightly shoving Draco’s shoulder, though he was smiling at the same time. “So are we going to see if there is an offer of breakfast?” he asked hopefully, thinking that he could really do with a cup of tea if nothing else.
Draco, however, had other plans, and took the ignored book from Harry’s lap, placing it on the bedside table behind him.
"Draco?" Harry questioned, but the blond said nothing, instead very slowly clambering over Harry, to get off of the bed; Draco very deliberately made sure to brush the full length of his body against his boyfriend’s and smirked as Harry failed to hold back his moan.
The submissive chuckled, clearly pleased with the reaction he had got from his dominant. He kissed Harry quickly once he was standing next to the bed, wanting to make sure he had his full attention; it would be quite a waste to put on this little show if Harry wasn’t going to watch after all.
He knew full well that Harry was staring at him as he headed towards the attached bathroom at a torturously slow pace, stripping off his night clothes with no thoughts of modesty. He slipped his trousers down his legs, exposing his pert arse just before he disappeared through the doorway, and was sure he had heard his mate moan again.
“Hmm, well will you look here," Draco remarked, with mock casualness, from the bathroom, loud enough for Harry to hear, "seems like this shower is big enough for two.”
Harry groaned at that; Draco really was going to be the death of him, he was sure. He looked down at his lap, where his pyjamas were obviously tented. “Fine, you win,” Harry said to his now hard length. Apparently Draco’s ability to kick his sex drive into action was not dependent on a good night’s sleep.
He slid out of bed, and, ditching his clothes on the way, joined Draco in the shower. This was definitely the way to start the New Year and if the saying ‘start as you mean to go on’ was anything to go by, Harry thought that it was going to be an extremely good year.
-#-
It was about thirty minutes later when Harry followed Draco into the rather lavish dining room. Narcissa looked up and smiled at the pair of them. “Good morning, Draco, Harry,” she greeted warmly.
The woman was perfectly dressed, as always, and Harry was starting to realise where Draco’s perfectionist nature had likely come from. She was sipping tea elegantly, from what looked like a very fine and expensive tea cup; Adrien was in the seat next to her, his face hidden behind a large morning paper, which appeared to be written in French.
“Morning,” Harry tried to say through a yawn, which he hid behind his hand as he dropped into a seat opposite Adrien at the large oak table and scrubbed at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up a little more.
Draco glared at his boyfriend’s far from perfect greeting, before turning to Narcissa. “Morning, Mother, Adrien,” he said, as he placed a kiss on his mother’s cheek and moved around to take a seat across the table from her, next to Harry.
“Good morning,” Adrien greeted a few seconds later, lowering his paper enough to give them both a warm smile. “My elf will cook or fetch whatever it is you would like for breakfast.”
“Just some tea and toast would be lovely,” Draco said, shuffling his wings a little so that they weren't squashed against the back of the chair. A small elf that had appeared next to his chair gave a deep bow.
“Same for me, please,” Harry requested before another yawn escaped; he rubbed at his eyes wearily again and ran a hand through his already scruffy hair. The elf bowed again, before vanishing with a small pop.
“Did you not sleep well, ‘arry?” Adrien asked with concern, as he folded his paper and placed it on the table next to his plate.
“The prat didn’t sleep at all,” Draco corrected with a tone of exasperation. “His Erote apparently was still being over-protective," he explained when both Narcissa and Adrien looked increasingly worried at that news, "his instincts wouldn’t let him sleep in such an unfamiliar environment.”
“Not exactly my fault,” Harry grumbled under his breath. He knew it wasn't anyone else's fault either, but he was just really tired, and that was making him a little irritable.
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that.” Narcissa told them earnestly. “I take it you will not being staying long today then,” she added, looking rather disappointed at this, not knowing when it was that she was likely to see her son next.
Harry shook his head gently, an apologetic smile on his face. Part of him wanted to say that Draco could stay for a while and come home later, but he knew that they weren't anywhere close to being ready for that kind of separation. “No, sorry," he told her, "I really need to go home and get some sleep... Merlin’s beard,” he complained as he was unable to hold back yet another yawn.
Draco rolled his eyes, reaching over and giving Harry’s hand an affectionate squeeze, as he took a bite of the lightly buttered toast that had just appeared in front of him. Harry turned and smiled at him gratefully.
Breakfast proceeded quietly with Harry eating slowly between his frequent yawns. Adrien had promptly returned his attention to his paper, while Draco, who finished his own toast in short time, and Narcissa both seemed perfectly content to continue to sip at their tea and share soft smiles.
“You really must come back soon.” Narcissa insisted a little while later, as they headed back through into the living room; Adrien nodded his agreement. It had become perfectly clear that Harry was struggling to stay awake, fighting a battle between exhaustion and his Erote instincts, and so they were making their way back to the fireplace so that Harry and Draco could floo back to school.
“We will try to, Mother,” Draco promised. “Maybe we can get permission to leave the school for a weekend," he suggested, though he didn't look particularly hopeful about the likelihood of that. "I am just aware that it is only going to get increasingly difficult with studying and as the pregnancy progresses and then when the baby is born...”
“I know, my dear," Narcissa said sweetly, brushing a hand over Draco's cheek. "Maybe I will try to come to you instead then,” she suggested and she pulled both Harry and Draco into a tight hug suddenly, making them both let out yelps of surprise. “Now, behave," she said firmly as she released her hold on them. "Both of you,” she added with a particularly stern look at Harry, which of course made Draco chuckle.
“I will do my best," Harry assured her, knowing that she was right to worry given how much of a trouble magnet he seemed to be. "And thanks again for having us,” Harry said sincerely as he wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, the two of them stepping into the floo.
“No problem, dear, it was our pleasure.” Narcissa said a soft smile and a flourished wave of her hand. Adrien next to her, gave them a warm smile and bowed his head.
Draco smiled at his mother once more as he took a firm grip on Harry’s arm and throwing the powder into the flames commanded, “Dumbledore’s office, Hogwarts.”
-#-
“Ah, welcome back, boys.” Dumbledore said, looking up from whatever it was he was reading at his desk, as Harry and Draco stumbled slightly on their exit out of the floo. “And a happy New Year," he greeted jovially. "I trust you enjoyed your short trip?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, Sir,” Harry told him honestly with a polite nod; he had certainly been pleasantly surprised at just how much he had enjoyed spending the time with Narcissa and Adrien. “Happy New Year to you too,” he said with a smile; he really did have high hopes for this year, though the Headmaster's next words brought him back to the reality of his life a little sooner than he would have hoped.
“There were a couple of matters on which I would like to speak with you,” Dumbledore informed him, fixing Harry with a pointed look over the top of his half-moon glasses. “Perhaps you could catch up with Mr Malfoy shortly,” the Headmaster suggested.
Both Harry and Draco frowned at that. “Sorry, sir, I really am very tired," Harry told him truthfully, not sure he could have managed to stay awake through one of Dumbledore's discussions even if he had been inclined to try to. "I really could do to get some sleep. Besides,” Harry went on as he took Draco’s hand in his own, "I am sure that anything you and I have to discuss can be said in front of Draco.”
Neither Harry nor Draco missed the way that Dumbledore’s eyes seemed to narrow at that, but the blue gaze didn't lose its twinkle as the Headmaster nodded his acceptance. “Very well, Harry," he said calmly, "then perhaps we could meet tomorrow?” he suggested.
“Of course, sir,” Harry agreed with a slightly forced smile and a curt nod of his head. He didn't really want to come and speak with Dumbledore, but knew it might be important, and besides he was grateful that the Headmaster had allowed them to use the floo to get to Paris; giving the man a little of their time seemed a small price to pay. “We will come here after breakfast,” Harry told Dumbledore, making it as clear as he could, without being obviously rude, that he had no intention of returning without Draco.
“I think it would be best....” the Headmaster started to say, but Harry cut his off with a raised hand and a shake of his head.
“I'm sorry, sir," Harry said earnestly, feeling a little bad about interrupting the Headmaster, but not about to let Dumbledore shut Draco out of what was going on. "I can only assume this is either about school, in which case it is not a problem Draco knowing; my family’s safety, of which Draco is a key part...” Dumbledore looked ready to interrupt, but Harry continued on, giving the man a pointed look “...or is this about the prophecy and Voldemort?”
Draco shuffled himself closer into Harry’s side, as a sign of solidarity. There was no mistaking the annoyance that the Headmaster was failing to hide, but the two boys were determined, and needed Dumbledore to understand that they were in this together now.
The headmaster gave a weary sigh. “I have some information to share with you, Harry, and I would rather do so privately,” Dumbledore told him calmly, hoping that the teenager would see reason.
Harry frowned; it was clear that the headmaster had decided this was information he was only going to share with Harry and he was simply too tired to be able to fight the Headmaster on it at the moment. He mentally sighed to himself, coming to the conclusion that it was better to have the information and share it with Draco, Hermione and Ron later, than to push the old man to the point where he would not share the information at all.
“Very well," Harry agreed reluctantly, his expression making it perfectly clear that he was not at all happy about this. "I will come here after breakfast tomorrow,” he promised.
“I appreciate that, my boy.” Dumbledore said happily with a small nod, clearly pleased to have got his own way on this matter. “Now, why don’t you go get some rest?” he suggested with a warm smile.
Harry and Draco nodded at him and quickly left the office. Neither of them were really in the mood to spend any more time in the Headmaster's office than they had to. Once they were out in the corridors of the castle, they headed straight towards Gryffindor tower, to get access to their rooms.
“Can you believe the nerve of him?” Harry grumbled under his breath as they headed up the Grand Staircase. “I am going to tell you everything he tells me as soon as can anyway," he told his mate firmly, not wanting Draco to doubt that. "I don’t understand what he is trying to achieve by not allowing you to be there.”
“It does seem awfully suspicious,” Draco agreed, humming thoughtfully. “I cannot help but wonder what Dumbledore is planning because he seems to want to be able to talk to you without my input. Or maybe he just doesn’t trust me,” he added sadly.
“Well I don’t trust him,” Harry snapped suddenly, feeling more than a little sick of people assuming the worst of Draco; he understood why but that didn't mean he liked it. “Well... I mean... I trust him to end this war,” he clarified, “...but I just don’t trust him to act in the best interests of me and my family.”
Draco nodded, squeezing Harry's hand in support. Harry had a point; there was no doubting Dumbledore’s power and influence, nor that the Headmaster wanted to end the war, but given the man's knowledge of the prophecy it seemed as though he was getting ready to let Harry be the front line. That was certainly unlikely to end well for Harry and the little family they were making together.
“Well, we will just have to tread carefully,” Draco suggested firmly, not about to let Dumbledore ruin this for them. “It wouldn’t do to have the old man thinking you would go against him," he commented with a small smirk, "not when we are so dependent on him for our family’s safety.”
“Agreed," Harry said, nodding his head. "Besides, we don’t know that we won’t agree with his plan,” he pointed out. “Maybe we are just being paranoid and it will all be okay.”
Draco scoffed at that, shaking his head. “Stupid Gryffindor optimism,” he said with an amused smile.
“Well we have to be optimists, to balance out all that Slytherin pessimism,” Harry joked, nudging his mate with his shoulder. “I will allow Dumbledore to explain himself first and we can go from there,” Harry suggested, in to give Draco a chaste kiss as they reached the portrait of the fat lady.
"It’s as good a plan as any," Draco said with a slightly dopey smile on his face as he looked up at his mate, his wings flexing behind him.
“I am glad to know you are with me in this," Harry told him earnestly, holding Draco close. "I love you.”
“I love you too,” Draco told him happily, leaning up to press another kiss to Harry's lips.
“Well I am very happy for you both, now who would like to give me the password?” the portrait of The Fat Lady asked snappishly.
-#-
“Well you have been saying how you want to have more information,” Draco pointed out at breakfast the next day, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s temperamental mood. He knew that Harry didn't want to go see the Headmaster but he had thought they had agreed that this would be for the best.
Harry looked up from his bowl of porridge, spoon half way to his mouth to glare at his submissive. Yes, he wanted information, but he didn't like that he was having to let Dumbledore manipulate him to get it, and Draco knew that.
“What?” Draco asked innocently; he understood that Harry wasn't happy about how things were with Dumbledore, but it was their only option at the moment. “I was thinking...”
Harry snorted before he could stop himself, and Draco narrow his eyes dangerously at the dominant. “Sorry,” Harry apologised quickly, gesturing for the blond to go on.
“I was thinking," Draco said firmly, glaring at his mate, daring him to make a joke again, "that while you are dealing with the delightful Headmaster, and hearing whatever he has to tell you, I might go talk to my father and Professor Snape.”
Harry frowned for a moment; his instinct was to refuse, to hold onto his mate and not let go, to hide Draco away from the world and protect him, but instead he quickly put the spoonful of his breakfast he was still holding into his mouth before he said something he was sure to regret. Draco, however, had no trouble reading the disapproval on his face.
“I know you would rather be there," Draco said sympathetically, understanding his mate's reservations, "but I don’t think that that would put my father in a co-operative mood.” He too found himself wishing that Harry could come with him for support, but logically he knew that it would likely only complicate the situation. “It isn’t like he will be able to hurt me... or the baby, he is still locked in that room, without a wand," Draco pointed out, "and Professor Snape will be there just in case.”
Taking a deep breath to calm his Erote mind, which was currently screaming at him that this was a terrible idea, Harry forced himself to nod in agreement. He knew that Draco was right, even if he wasn't really comfortable with it. “Okay, but Snape doesn’t let you out of his sight while you are there,” he insisted.
“Agreed.” Draco said quickly, mostly just happy that Harry had been so easily persuaded. Besides, he knew that he would feel a lot more comfortable talking to his father with Snape there the whole time anyway.
The two of them finished their breakfast fairly quickly, their shared anxiety about the meetings they were about to attend taking its toll on their appetites. Draco leaned gently against Harry’s side, once he had finished eating and Harry pushed his own half finished bowl of porridge away and wrapped an arm around his mate; the pleasant tingle of the now very familiar magical energy transfer calmed both their rushing minds.
“I love you,” Harry whispered, as though it was some secret only for Draco’s ears. The Great Hall wasn’t exactly busy, given that most students were still at home enjoying the holidays with their families, but the sweetness of the moment was not one he was willing to share with anyone.
Draco smiled up at his mate. “I know,” he whispered back, with a wink, causing Harry to smile.
“Come on, you," Harry said, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple, and brushing his fingers over his mate's wings. "Let’s head over to Snape’s quarters so you can speak with your father.” He got to his feet, and Draco quickly followed suit, slipping their hands together and linking their fingers, stopping the dominant in his tracks.
“Harry, you have to go see the headmaster,” Draco reminded with a frown when Harry turned to look at him in confusion. He felt he should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy to talk Harry into leaving him to talk to Lucius, and Draco had to actively stop himself from stamping his feet like a child. He might be a submissive but that didn't mean he couldn't take care of himself.
“I know, Love," Harry said with a wry smile, pulling Draco into his side as they started to walk from the hall, "but I need to hear Snape promise that he will stay there and keep you safe.”
Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed his mate to lead him out into the corridor. “Professor Snape would never let anything happen to any student, Harry," he insisted, but Harry gave him a sceptical look. "Well nothing too terrible anyway,” he amended quickly, before ploughing on, “but the point is, he would certainly never let anything happen to me, least of all at the hands of my father.”
“Just appease my stupid over-protective nature, please, Draco,” Harry practically begged as they turned to head in the direction of the dungeons. He knew that he was probably being paranoid, but he couldn't help it.
Draco sighed. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed with a tone of exasperation, not wanting to admit that he found Harry's concern touching, even if the over-protectiveness was a little much at times. “This better ease off when I am not pregnant; nine months of it is going to be bad enough, I won’t be able to take it forever, Harry,” he told his mate sternly.
“I know,” Harry said somewhat sadly, knowing how annoying he would have found it if their roles had been reversed. “I am trying but it is really difficult," he tried to explain. "I just love you and our baby so damn much.”
“It’s okay, I understand even if I don’t always like it," Draco told him honestly. "Just don’t be surprised when I lose my temper over this someday,” he added, his eyes narrowing in a promise of Harry’s future suffering.
Harry chuckled nervously at that, as they came to a stop outside the professor's quarters; he didn't want to think about how he would likely pay when he inevitably did upset his pregnant submissive, and so instead knocked sharply on the edge of the portrait.
They waited quietly, sharing a puzzled look when there was no response; Snape had not been in the Great Hall so they had assumed they would find him in his private rooms. When there were still no signs of life a few minutes later, Draco knocked again.
This time there was a muffled and rather annoyed exclamation of what sounded like ‘Yes, hold on’ and a moment or two later the door was opened to reveal the half asleep form of the potions master. Snape's black eyes quickly narrowed into his very best glare at the sight of the two teenagers in the corridor outside of his room; though the stern effect was rather marred by the bathrobe and bed-head hair that Snape was currently wearing.
“Who is it, Severus?” Lucius’ voice called out, thankfully cutting Harry off before any of the comments that had popped into his head could actually be vocalised.
“Potter and Draco,” Snape called back, before turning his attention back to the two boys. “What are you doing here?” he demanded to know through clenched teeth, not moving from his spot in the doorway or giving any indication that they would be welcomed inside.
“Happy New Year to you too,” Draco said, though he was still half-laughing at the bizarre state of the potions master. Snape, however, looked far from amused, and so Draco gave a small cough and turned a little more serious as he carried on. “I came to speak with my father, I want his decision," he told him firmly. "He has already had longer than he should have needed to decide.”
Snape ran a hand over his face and sighed; this was not really how he had hoped to start the day, and he could only hope that Lucius wasn't going to do something stupid such as losing his temper with the boy or change his mind at the last moment. "You better come in then,” the potions master said, opening the door a little further and stepping aside to allow the teenagers into the room.
“Actually, Harry isn’t staying,” Draco said, with an elbow to his boyfriend’s ribs. “He has an important meeting with the headmaster,” he added, giving Harry a pointed look when the dominant remained close at his side, showing no inclination that he was going to move of his own accord.
“Yes, fine, I know,” Harry grumbled, neither wanting to go see Dumbledore nor leave Draco there. “Just promise me that you will keep him safe," he said, turning to face Snape; he wasn't exactly comfortable having to ask for such a thing from the potions master, and the rather stunned expression on the man's face was not making it any easier. "Please, Professor,” he requested reluctantly, knowing that he needed Snape's assurances before he could leave Draco there.
Snape’s eyes widened, looking even more surprised. While the request to protect Draco wasn’t entirely unexpected, the politeness and the ‘please’ certainly were. “I assure you, that Draco is perfectly safe in my care,” the potions master said firmly.
“I know," Harry said with conviction, for his own sake as much as anyone else's. "Just don’t leave Lucius alone with him,” he requested, fixing Snape with a stare and really hoping the man wasn't expecting him to actually be any nicer about it than he had been so far.
The potion master, however, simply nodded curtly and for a moment when Harry and Snape stared at each other there was an understanding between them; and they would have been hard pressed to decide who was more disturbed by it.
Draco looked back and forward between his boyfriend and the potions master with growing incredulity. “I am not some child, you know, and I am right here,” he reminded them, waiving a hand in front of Harry's face and sounding slightly put out.
“Sorry," Harry said, coughing a little at the uncomfortable moment hung in the air, as he turned to give Draco an apologetic smile. "Well, I should get going,” he added a bit awkwardly, swinging his arms, and ignoring the exasperated expression on Snape's face. “Good luck, Love."
“Thanks,” Draco said quietly, letting Harry place a chaste kiss on his lips before stepping through the doorway into the room and past the potions master.
“Potter!” Snape called out as Harry turned to leave them. The teen turned and waited, “Just be careful with the headmaster," he suggested with a pointed look. "He doesn’t always do what is best for everyone.” The potions master paused for a moment, before going on. “Just remember to make up your own mind.”
Harry frowned at that. It was strangely comforting that Snape was trying to help out, but he couldn't figure out if he was worried or relieved that he wasn't the only one apparently seriously questioning the Headmaster's choices. However, for the moment he was just grateful that Snape had taken the time to give him advice and he managed to smile, giving the man a respectful nod of appreciation.
“Will do,” Harry promised, knowing that that was one agreement he would definitely be able to keep.
-#-
“Draco,” Lucius said slowly, getting to his feet as the teenager stepped into Snape’s rooms. The man's voice was slightly breathy when he spoke, and his eyes trailed over his slender, winged son, lingering for a moment of the mass of purple feathers clearly visible over Draco's shoulders.
“Father,” Draco greeted curtly in response, his arms crossed over his chest and a blank expression on his face, as he too took a moment to look over the man before him.
The first thing that he noticed was the man’s state of dress; Lucius hair had clearly been tied up in a hurry and he was dressed only in a robe that look suspiciously like the one that Professor Snape was wearing.
He glanced back towards the professor, who was still at the door, and then to his father once more, wondering if the two of them had finally manage to work through their issues. As disturbing as some of the mental images popping into his head were, Draco hoped that they had; he was mad at his father for many things but it would take a blind man to not be able to see how great the pair of them would be for each other.
“Tea?” Snape asked bluntly when he finally shut the door a few moments later, breaking through the tension that was hanging in the air between the two Malfoys.
“Please,” Lucius responded with a soft smile, and a small nod of his head; Draco nearly snorted in amusement at his father's attempt to look superior while wearing a dressing gown and standing in his own personal mini-prison.
Biting at his lip and quickly turning to the potions master instead, he caught the look that Severus was giving Lucius, and narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he once again looked between the pair of them. There was no doubting that something had changed and it wasn’t taking much imagination on his part to work out what.
"Draco?" Severus asked, when the teenager had said nothing.
"Oh yes, tea would be great, thanks," Draco said promptly, smirking knowingly as the potions master headed into the kitchenette. He was definitely pleased with the development but wasn't about to let them off easily.
Lucius moved a chair to by the barred doorway and took a seat, his eyes fixed on his son. Severus summoned a couple of high backed chairs in front of Lucius' room, from where he was making tea; Draco promptly took a seat in one of them, meeting his father's eye with a blank expression, while they waited for the potions master.
“I have missed you, Draco.” Lucius told his son, face every bit as free of emotion as Draco’s. “I was disappointed not to see you at all over Christmas,” he added, as Snape floated a cup of tea across the room towards Lucius, the tall blonde accepting it with a curt nod of his head.
Snape joined them a moment later, handing Draco his tea as he took a seat next to the teenager facing Lucius’ prison. The three of them sat quietly, each sipping at their drink.
“Well..." Draco said, wanting to break the awkward tension between them, "...it looks as though Professor Snape has been doing a fine job of keeping you company,” he said with a knowing half smile, not really sure that he believed that his father had actually missed him.
Snape nearly choked on his tea at the teenager's words and Lucius was wide eyed, his mouth hanging half open, as he tried to work out what to say to his son’s implication. Lucius was only just coming to terms with the feelings he had for his lifelong friend, only just starting to accept that his attraction to the grumpy potions master was part of him, and not induced by whatever it was that Draco had done; he wasn't sure how to even try to explain what was happening between him and Severus to his son.
“I... that is to say... we...” Lucius started, stumbling over his words in a most un-Malfoy like fashion, while Severus was still trying to find his own voice.
“You do not have to justify your choices to me, father,” Draco said snobbishly, feeling decidedly smug about having put the two men so off balance. “Does this mean the influence of my wings has finally worn off?” he asked curiously, before turning his smug expression to the potions master sat in the chair next to him. “Or did you finally just give in, Professor?”
Snape brow furrowed into something close to a scowl at that, clearly not at all happy with the implication that he would take advantage of Lucius but still struggling to regain his usual calm and in-control manner. “I think it is a little of both,” Snape told him with surprising honesty a moment later.
Draco raised an eyebrow in a silent question and waited, hoping that one of them would buckle under the pressure and just give him the answers he was looking for. He was sure the guilty looks both men were wearing were going to work in his favour, though he didn't really believe that their apparent relationship was anything that they should be guilty about.
“I believe your influence has mostly gone,” Lucius admitted quietly, turning his son's attention back to him. He found it difficult to be certain, but he felt confident now that his feelings were his own; the influence was definitely greatly lessened, at least, as he felt humiliated by some of his earlier actions now.
“And yet you two still seem to have gotten... closer,” Draco pointed out.
Snape ran his hand over his face again; this was definitely not the morning he had had in mind. He had been hoping to wake up in his new lover’s arms, have a relaxed breakfast together, maybe do some brewing or read for a while... There was nothing for it now though; Draco seemed quite disturbingly aware of how their relationship had progressed and was obviously not going to let them pretend otherwise.
“We have,” Snape confirmed, and the man felt quite proud of himself when the words came out without his voice shaking at all, he almost sounded confident in the statement.
“So you accept that your feelings for the professor here are real?" Draco asked, smiling innocently at his father. "That they were not entirely from the influence of my wings?”
Lucius frowned; ‘stupid brat,’ he thought, cursing his son silently. He was, reluctantly, almost impressed that Draco had managed to ask the one question he wasn’t sure he was quite ready to answer to himself, let alone in front of Severus.
“I...” Lucius said, pausing to take a slow calming breath. “I believe there might be more to my feelings for Severus that I had originally understood,” he admitted with a stern expression on his face. "And they might not entirely be due to the influence your wings had over me," he added after a few seconds.
Snape was staring at Lucius in shock; from this normally stoic and cold man, the words were practically a declaration of undying love. Draco looked to be equally surprised, not actually having believed he would get anything more than denials and petty excuses from his father.
“I am glad to hear it,” Draco told him with respectful nod of his head and a small smile on his face; he was quietly delighted for the two of them, but didn't think that either would appreciate him making a big thing out of Lucius' confession. “I am also glad to hear that you are yourself once again," he went on, "that way you can give me an honest answer as to your choice.”
Lucius stared unblinkingly at his son. He had made up his mind on this matter some time ago but it was still not going to be easy to admit. It hadn’t truly been a difficult choice to choose his son over the Dark Lord, and now that he knew the only way he could keep Severus was to make the same choice, it was even easier. However, this was the point of no return, once he spoke the words there was no undoing them.
“I choose you, Draco," he said with confidence. "I choose you and your child; it was always going to be you.” He paused, needing a moment to keep his strength. “I still believe in many of the Dark Lord’s ways, that we need to protect and defend our magic and our blood, but not enough to give up my family.”
Draco was trying very hard not to grin like a madman and restrained himself to just a small smile. “You really mean that?” he asked before he was able to stop himself; he had been convinced that he was going to lose his father over this issue.
“I mean it," Lucius said with a serious expression and a nod of his head. "I am not happy about the situation and I will not turn against the Dark Lord," he added, causing Draco to scowl, but went on before the teenager could comment. "I will, however, agree to stay out of the war and remain hidden. I suggest we allow our Lord to believe Dumbledore has me prisoner somewhere.”
Draco kept his expression blank as he nodded his understanding. It wasn't as though he had expected Lucius to renounce the his ways and swear loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix or anything of the like. Draco was happy to take his blessings where he found them and right now, having his father’s acceptance of the situation and promises of loyalty to him and his child were definitely blessings.
“Well, now we have this... unpleasantness dealt with, I hear you spent New Year’s in Paris,” Lucius said, with a small smile at his son, keen to change the subject. He knew he had made the right choice, that he could never give up on Draco and the future of the Malfoy family, but that didn't mean he wanted to have some emotional heart-to-heart about it.
“We did," Draco told him happily. "With mother and Adrien,” he added, watching his father's reaction closely. Given that Lucius had known that he was in Paris, it was likely that the man had known who he was with, but he didn't really have any idea how his father was going to react to a discussion about his mother's relationship.
“Adrien?” Lucius said, chuckling slightly at his son's apparent nervousness. “So that’s his name, I always wondered.” If he really had been bothered by Narcissa's lover then he would have put a stop to it a long time ago.
Draco smiled, largely in relief that he wasn't going to have to tiptoe around the topic of his mother and Adrien. “He is a good man, Father," the teenager told him. "They seem happy, be pleased for her," he requested hopefully.
“I am pleased for her, Draco," Lucius assured him. "I have always been pleased for her, even if I wasn’t ready to give up on our marriage. Our hand was somewhat forced on that matter, though,” he pointed out, glaring at Draco, but it was lacking any true intensity.
“Yeah...” Draco said slowly as he ran his hand through his hair; he did feel slightly guilty for his part in everything but given the result so far, he wasn’t going to apologise. "I have to say, it really lovely to see both my parents happy,” he added, hoping that his father could see that this had been for the best.
“Well I will not deny my appreciation of this turn of events,” Snape admitted, and Lucius hummed in agreement as he sipped at his tea again.
Draco turned to look at the potions master and was glad to see that Snape was wearing a pleased smirk, and looking at Lucius in a way that Draco found a little disturbing. However, the teenager smiled; he was sure that it was all too good to be true, that they couldn't possibly all be happy, but Draco was more than willing to go along with it while the Fates chose to smile in their favour. He just hoped that Harry’s meeting with the headmaster was going as well as his with his father had.

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Wolfpup - Yeah, hadn't really had a chance to let Harry be big scary Dom yet, other than the moment very early on in the great hall. I enjoyed writing it.
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Delia Cerrano - Draco and Harry are doing good at the moment. Severus has learned to be patient when it comes to Lucius, he waited 2 decades what is a little longer; I hope you will be as proud of Lucius as I am in this chapter.
nari-chan - I did enjoy writing Harry losing control a bit, and I am glad you liked Adrien, he was a bitch to get write, he kept coming out as completely lacking in character, but I hope I managed to give him some depth eventually. I had to check the calendar to work out when the Blaise love interest was going to happen and it looks like it is a short way away yet, but we are getting there.
AchillesTheGeek - I am not sure what you mean by the chronologies dovetail about christmas, but do please explain, if I have made a mistake or an oversight I would like to correct it.
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