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Lucius' Pet	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28479 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fic.

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Chapter Summary: Aster: via Latin from Greek astēr meaning ‘star’.
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“…it’s an awful lot to as- Morning, Pet,” Lucius interrupted his conversation to greet the young man who had just opened the door and was now padding into the drawing room wearing a short-sleeved and inappropriately thin robe for January.

“Morning?” questioned the black-haired man from the opposite end of the couch Lucius was occupying. “It’s noon.”

Harry made himself comfortable sitting sideways on his master’s lap. “Hi, Severus,” he sleepily acknowledged the other middle-aged man before letting his eyes slide shut as he was lulled by the sound of a steady heartbeat.

Lucius wrapped his arms around the small body and caressed his baby bump. “Aren’t you cold, Harry?”

“No,” the teen assertively muttered.

“Is he alright?” Severus asked at a respectable volume as he gestured toward the exceptionally tired boy. “Aside from the obvious?” He made a curve motion over his own stomach to indicate he meant beyond pregnancy symptoms.

Silver eyes glanced down at the messy mop of hair resting on him. “He hasn’t been sleeping very well since the Tom incident,” he replied a little worriedly.

Harry released a frustrated scoff and popped his eyes open just so he could roll them excruciatingly hard; garnering the attention of both older men, though only one saw the physical reaction.

Severus raised a curious brow. “Has he always been so…” He rolled his own dark eyes in demonstration. “Or are you just that bad of an influence on him?”

Lucius laughed and opened his mouth to answer the clearly rhetorical question, but Harry beat him to the punch with, “would it surprise you if the answer were “both”?” The blonde returned his focus to his friend and tipped his head in agreement with the Pet.

“Not really, no,” Severus chuckled.

“I feel the need to ask, though, Harry; why the attitude?” Lucius inquisitively but sternly probed.

Harry looked up at his master with a hard expression; though it was diminished by tired eyes. “You’ve just been assuming I’m upset because of what Tom tried to do us? Or because the baby could’ve been hurt? Or… or both?” he questioned back; blatantly more than a little hurt.

Lucius’ silvery eyes widen in surprise as he was momentarily rendered speechless. “What else…” he stammered briefly before considering the only other possibility he could think of. “Draco…? You never said anyth-”

“And you never actually asked,” Harry crestfallenly cut off the rambling man; breathing shakily as he did.

A tense silence permeated the air for a few heartbeats; Severus feeling like a third-wheel as he awkwardly observed the highly unconventional exchange between Master and Pet from the other end of the couch.

The conversation was interrupted when Harry suddenly shivered just ever so slightly, but it was enough for the blonde to temporarily shift their focus. “I wish you’d put on something warmer, Pet,” he informed him as he started rubbing a bare arm and lightly clothed back to help heat him up.

“I… I can’t,” Harry responded with a flush of pink adorning his cheeks.

Lucius glanced down at the five-month-pregnant belly of his Pet. “Do you need bigger sizes again?” he guessed.

Dark hair flopped about as Harry shook his head; his face further reddening in embarrassment. “If I wear something thicker, then I’ll be too hot to sit…” He emphasized his last word with a small bounce, “here.”

“As long as you aren’t complaining,” the living, makeshift chair relented with an amused sigh.

Lucius then returned them to their more serious discussion; the mood shifting again as he ultimately conceded, “you are right, though.” He soothingly ran a hand over Harry’s hair as he sincerely apologized, “I didn’t ask and I should have two months ago when I realized something was wrong. I’m sorry, Pet.” And then he finally inquired, “what is it that’s been bothering you?”

“Well, it’s not… not about him either,” the eighteen-year-old was able to immediately reply; though he couldn’t bring himself to say the teen Malfoy, or rather, Black’s, name. He then struggled to explain what he’d been feeling the last several weeks and why; knowing it might not sit well with the blonde man he was seated upon.

Lucius was also at a bit of a loss. There was nothing else he knew of that could’ve caused Harry enough distress to affect his sleep so heavily. “Is there something you haven’t told me, Harry?” he queried with a worried brow.

“No!” the boy quickly reassured him. But then with less certainty continued, “…yes? Or… kinda.”

Both amused and bemused, Lucius looked over at his dark-haired friend. “Was that an answer?”

With a snigger, Severus sardonically replied, “I’m not sure they were even words.”

“Oh, my gods, shut uuuuuuup!” Harry whinged as he smacked his face against the lean chest he was resting on. “You two are impossible.”

“Perhaps if you’d provided an actual explanation?” Lucius tittered.

Harry inhaled deeply before releasing a sigh and answering in the simplest, fastest, and yet, still vaguest, way he could, “it… it’s Aster.”

Instantly, Lucius’ expression began to twist into rage. “Did he-”

“NO!” Harry spoke with more force than he’d ever used with his master; barring exactly one sexy exception. “I’m worried about Aster.”

Lucius blinked stupidly a few times. That was the absolute last thing he ever expected to hear. “You’re worried about… But, you don’t like Aster,” the man highlighted with a questioning inflection. “You called him a dick.”

Emerald eyes glared daggers up at the man with an intense fury even Severus could feel. “Even if I completely loathed him, that wouldn’t mean he deserves to be abused!” the youngest man in the room vehemently asserted. “Maybe it’s why he’s a dick.”

And the blonde man was shocked into silence once again. Harry was serious about this. But could he really blame him? Physical punishments aren’t allowed to leave a permanent mark; psychological punishments aren’t allowed to be traumatizing. He may have chosen to ignore them, but he saw the marks on Aster’s back; and the ones on Tom’s previous Pets, for that matter. So the elder wizard had certainly done plenty of both.

“What would you have me do, Harry?” Lucius asked; not even sure if there was anything HE could do.

“That’s the part keeping me awake,” the distraught teen replied with a quivering lower lip. “I don’t know, so I don’t know. So I keep rejecting every idea I come up with and then I can’t sleep because I can’t shut off my fucking brain.” A few tears leaked from exhausted eyes and Lucius responded by shifting his arms into a sturdier, more proper, embrace. He held Harry tightly and made soft shushes while the younger man collected himself.

After a few moments of somber silence, Severus spoke up with an informative question. “Do you really NOT know a person can be legally barred from owning any Pet?”

“…”

Severus quashed a full-blown bark of laughter down to a smooth chuckle. “And here you bragged about all the research and preparation you put into owning one.”

“Well, that part was irrelevant when I had, and will continue to have, every intention of treating my Pet with care,” the older man justified. “What I do know though, is that it can be EXTREMELY difficult to have a Pet removed from their master. The ministry only seems to give a shit about the sex-too-early part.”

“But you work at the ministry,” Harry helpfully piped up.

Silver eyes smirked mischievously down at his Pet as he echoed, “I work at the ministry.”

~!~

Dressed in winter robes and thick cloaks, Lucius and Harry stood in front of a wavy glass door, bordered in dark, beautifully stained, wood.

Master turned to Pet and regarded him with a serious expression. “I need you to listen to me very carefully, Harry; and do everything I say, exactly as I say it,” he earnestly directed. “I don’t want to regret giving into your insistence and allowing you to come with me for this.”

Harry nodded his understanding and gave the man his full attention.

“First and foremost, I will already be doing everything in my power to make sure I am standing between you and him at all times, but you are to stay behind me and within arm’s reach.

“If I tell you to leave; you leave. I don’t care if you have zero comprehension as to why I would want you to go. You. Just. Go. No questions asked. And keep your wand easily accessible; on the off chance you do need to defend yourself,” Lucius sternly enunciated. “Do I need to explain anything further?”

“No,” the dark-haired teen replied with a shake of his head. “That all made sense.”

Lucius took a deep breath as he, at last, turned his attention to the door. But as he lifted his arm to knock, his hand made a detour to Harry’s chest and gently pushed him back a couple of steps while giving him a pointed look.

Harry mouthed an ‘oh, right’ as his master finally knocked.

Interestingly, it wasn’t a house-elf, or even Tom, who answered, but rather, a human servant. The odder thing was that the man didn’t seem surprised to see them. “Mr. Malfoy,” the butler dutifully greeted his superior as he stepped aside and bade them in. In fact, it was almost like they were expected. “You’ll find Master Riddle in the lounge,” he disinterestedly droned as he gestured down a hall before leaving them for something that was apparently more worth his time.

“Don’t house-elves usually do that kinda thing?” Harry quietly asked as he stayed on Lucius' heels.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Lucius scoffed as he glanced over his shoulder. “Tom absolutely hates everything that it not one-hundred percent wizard. Not magic, wizard. Which you will likely find as hilariously ironic as I do once you know that Tom is a half-blood,” he explained.

“What? No!” the younger man gasped. “That makes so much fucking sense.”

Lucius released a chuckle as he said, “despite the muggle side of his family being the sole reason he has money, he cannot stand to have anything that even MIGHT be a reminder of his “dirty blood” around.” With a hard roll of his eyes he finished, “so that means absolutely no non-wizards in his home. I thought he was going to have an aneurysm the one time Dobby accidentally startled him at the manor before I’d remembered to instruct him not to be seen by Tom.”

“Wooooooow.”

The blonde man looked back at Harry again and held a finger to his lips as they approached the only door they’d come across that wasn’t completely closed. He rapped on it twice with a single knuckle before pushing it open and entering the room without waiting for a response.

“Lucius!” a shockingly cheerful voice greeted him from behind a small bar in the far corner. “Excellent timing. I was just getting myself a drink. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll pour you one.”

“No, thank you. We won’t be here long,” Lucius politely declined the other man’s offer. Did he really think they’d be stupid enough to accept food or drink from him?

They could almost hear the screeching in Tom’s brain as he froze for half a second before actually looking at them and asking, “we?” He caught sight of who was standing behind Lucius and pulled a face before he could school his features. “Aster is…” He made a vague, sweeping motion with his arm, gesturing to the entirety of his large home. “…around here somewhere. The Pets can go play while the Masters chat.”

“I don’t care in the slightest if you call for Aster to come entertain Harry here while we talk, but as I said, we aren’t staying long, and I’d rather not have to track him down in five minutes,” Lucius once again rejected the older man.

Tom scoffed in annoyance and yanked his wand from his sleeve. Both Lucius and Harry’s hands twitched for their own until they saw him point it straight up. A second later, the piercing shrill of an extra-loud finger whistle rent the air and then he immediately resheathed it.

If Harry didn’t already hate this man, he certainly would have after witnessing Tom so obviously call for Aster like a dog mere seconds after infantilizing the both of them. But hey, at least he took the bait.

“So, this is more than just a social visit,” the greying man inferred as he moved around the bar and took a seat in the only chair in the room that looked like it got any real use.

A questioning, platinum brow rose as Lucius reminded him, “there are no more social visits for us, Riddle.”

“You ALWAYS come crawling back, Lucius,” Tom smugly pointed out.

“No, I always felt sorry for you,” the blonde corrected his former friend as he pulled a sealed envelope from within his robes. He stepped close enough to the other man to lightly toss it at him before returning to his previous place and adding, “but that changed whe-”

“Yes, Master?” Aster’s inquiring voice interrupted him.

Tom absentmindedly waved toward the other side of the room as he noted the ministry emblem stamped in the wax. “Go sit with him and do… something,” he prattled with a nod toward the other Pet. “It doesn’t matter what; just that he can’t leave the room, apparently.”

“So I have to be stuck here too? With him?” the sandy-haired teen, who was naked except for his collar, argued.

Looking none too happy with the defiance, Tom glared at Aster but then shifted his angry gaze to Lucius as he replied, “quite frankly, I don’t give a shit how bored your Pet is. So, no…” He returned his attention to his own Pet, “on second thought, you can go do whatever you want until I have use for you.” The silent promise of punishment for the mouthiness was not subtle.

Aster tensed for a second, but recovered quickly and turned to leave; giving Harry a smug smirk as he did. He suddenly gasped in surprise, though, when his wrist was grabbed and he found himself being dragged into a corner by the smaller teen. “Hey-”

“I have gossip!” Harry loudly lied. He made eye contact with his master; who gave him the slightest of affirmative nods to indicate he’d made the right call, despite going directly against his instructions.

“As I was saying,” Lucius returned to their conversation as Harry began rambling at the speed of light about whatever bullshit came to mind in the background. He shifted over a few feet to put himself between the boys and Tom as he continued, “I stopped feeling sorry for you the moment you attempted to rape, at least, one of us.” He then gestured to the half opened enveloped currently being ignored in Tom’s hand.

“He’s a Pet,” the older man emphatically groused as he jaggedly tore it the rest of the way open in frustration.

Lucius firmly crossed his arms over his chest. “That would be why I qualified my statement with ‘at least’,” he explained what shouldn’t have needed explaining as Tom pulled out the enclosed letter.

Brown eyes rolled up at him. “I wouldn’t have raped anybody,” Tom scoffed at what he perceived as Lucius just being dramatic. He finally regarded the parchment; his brow becoming increasingly furrowed as his eyes darted across the page.

“Are you seriously this dense?” the blonde man queried. Not actually expecting a reply, he quickly continued, “intoxicated people canNOT consent, even if I had been high enough to go along wi-”

“About that,” Tom leaned forward in his seat and held up a finger, seemingly having no further reaction to what he’d just read, as he interrupted. “Why weren’t you high enough? You heavily implied you hadn’t used any party potions in the nearly twenty years since you decided to become boring and got married.”

Lucius scoffed. “Had you actually been listening, you’d have realized the most I implied is that I don’t do the partying anymore.

“Being married to Narcissa for thirteen years, I needed some way to unwind. So once in a great fucking while, I’d get my hands on… exactly what I think you gave me actually, check into a nice hotel, and just relax by myself for one damn night,” the man lengthily enlightened Tom. “So, it may have been a good handful of years now since I’ve needed them, but it was still a fresh enough experience for me figure out what you’d done relatively quickly.”

A grey brow rose in puzzlement. “When you say ‘relax by yourself’, surely you mean with a Pet or a whore.” It wasn’t even a question.

“It may not have been a good marriage, but I did NOT ONCE cheat on Narcissa,” Lucius spat at the seated man.

“Then why was she the one who initiated the divorce again?”

Lucius grimaced at being further interrogated, especially on a subject he’d rather not even think about, but keeping Tom placated at the moment was more important than his comfort. “She didn’t. I agreed to let everyone believe she did because I just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore,” he curtly explained. Before any further questions could be asked, he detailed, “toward the end of Draco’s first year at Hogwarts, we’d had yet another fight that ended with her threatening me with divorce if she didn’t get her way. Since our only child had started school and was gone most of the year, I finally called her damn bluff.”

The man took a minute to breathe as well as straighten his ruffled hair and clothing after his little tirade. He then gave Tom a pointed look and said, “now, if everyone is finished interrupting me, you are remarkably calm for someone who just received bad news.”

Tom cockily relaxed back into his chair, “what, you mean this?” He nonchalantly waved the piece of parchment. Then he quoted, “‘pending further investigation, your Pet is being temporarily removed from your care; you are prohibited from the purchase any other Pet until such a time that a decision has been reached.”

Lucius blinked in surprise once the other man had finished reciting the main point of the letter from memory without a single hesitation or even looking at it again.

The greying man chuckled at the shocked expression. “How many of these do you think I’ve gotten? It might take a bit longer with you meddling, but it’s not a particularly difficult problem to take care of, especially when I’m not looking to get the Pet back; just the freedom to buy a new one. You know how quickly I go through them,” he actually bragged. With a casual shrug, he added, “sure, most of the time I just got bored, but sometimes, they’re taken. And as long as I can buy another, I really don’t care.”

Tom sat forward with renewed interest again. “The only thing I’m even mildly surprised by is that they got you deliver it.”

“Oh, they didn’t,” Lucius informed him. “Not even close to my department. I-”

“And you work in which department?” the blonde was interrupted, yet again.

Lucius raised a cynical brow. “Shouldn’t you know the occupation of the man you claim is your best friend?” When he received no answer, he continued with what he’d been trying to say. “I had to trade a favor for the pleasure of being able to tell you in person that I will be seeing to it that you never own another Pet.”

At long last, Tom’s seemingly relaxed demeanor melted away. He got to his feet, scowling heavily. “I suggest you leave; before I do something foolish and regrettable,” he callously threatened the man still in his prime.

Very much in agreement, Lucius started to turn toward the Pets, but then looked back at the furious man with a small smirk as he retorted, “I think we’re way past that, actually.”

Tom’s nostrils flared and his right hand twitched toward the other arm where his wand was sheathed. This did not go unnoticed by Lucius. “Boys, time to go!” he called without taking his eyes off the older wizard. He did not move until both of them were in the hall and then kept his focus on the angry man in his peripheral vision as he strode from the room himself; snapping the door shut behind him.

Before he’d even released the knob, Lucius turned to Harry and began to ask, “does he know what’s going on?” His Pet had had the sense to keep Aster in the room; hopefully he’d also had the sense to explain the situation once Tom was distracted.

“Yeah,” Harry replied with a short bob of his head.

The middle-aged man regarded the naked teen. “Do you have any belongings you’d like to take with you?” he kindly asked.

Aster didn’t even need to think about it. “I’m not allowed to have… well, anything. And I’ve only got, maybe, three outfits, but those were here before me, so that would be no.”

Lucius looked him up and down for a moment. Aster wasn’t much shorter than Draco and was about as broad; surely some of his old clothes would fit him. He waffled for a moment on whether or not he should have the other Pet put something on before they leave, but that would take time and he’d rather not linger.

“Let’s go,” he ushered them down the hall as he immediately realized taking any more time to ponder that decision would just have them there even longer. Between getting to the apparation point once they were outside and then walking from his front gate to the door; Aster would be out in the cold and snow for all of a minute and the weather at the moment was fair. He’d live.
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