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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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Lucius decided sleeping on the sofa wasn't good for his back, even if it was just a nap, and carried Harry to the bedroom. The Gryffindor didn't wake, instead snuggling into Lucius' chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Lucius smiled until he tried to put Harry down, only for the boy to cling to him tightly and mutter about fuzzy jumpers and Quidditch.

After prying Harry's arms from around his neck, Lucius kicked his shoes off and took Harry's off. He slid the boy's glasses from his face and placed them on the bedside table closest to the teenager before climbing under the covers and man-handling Harry under.

Harry immediately burrowed under the blankets, ending up curled in a ball at the foot of the bed. Lucius watched in amusement as the duvet rose and fell with Harry's breathing, the teen's foot hanging over the edge of the mattress.

Harry was a weird sleeper and Lucius learnt that first hand. The previous night, Lucius had been asleep and woken up with Harry in his arms. He'd naturally assumed Harry slept like everybody else; you know, normally. He was wrong.

Harry Potter managed to toss, turn, roll, and flail about like he was being attacked by invisible Dementors. He spent five minutes curled up like a baby at the foot of the bed, Lucius closing his own eyes and trying to get some rest. Then suddenly he was rolling, crawling, and ended up sprawled across the mattress with one arm dangling over the end of the bed, the other curled around Lucius' leg, and his own legs tucked under the blankets.

After that he crawled to cuddle between Lucius' legs, nearly making the Slytherin jump out of the bed when a warm, messy head of hair nudged at his crotch. Lucius laid completely still as Harry wrapped both arms around his right leg and squeezed tightly.

Finally the Gryffindor moved again, lying on the edge of the bed with about a metre gap between him and Lucius. The bed was large, king-sized, yet Harry managed to sprawl across the entire thing thirty minutes after Lucius carried him there.

He ended up with a pillow tucked under his head, the other between his legs, and Lucius' shirt curled in his fingers. Then he was digging himself into the mattress until Lucius had to sit up and let the teenager have his spot.

The entire time he mumbled under his breath, mostly about Quidditch, food, and Mrs Weasley treating him like a child. Lucius just listened in amusement and felt a smug smile pull at his lips; every second ramble had his own name in it. It seemed even while asleep Harry was thinking about his mate.

An hour after tucking Harry into bed, the boy rolled over again and Lucius sighed. He went to get up, thinking he might just nap on the sofa after all, but Harry dragged him back down. The boy snuggled into his chest, legs pulled up so Lucius could cuddle him. He sighed in content and his breathing evened out. Finally, Harry actually looked like he was sleeping peacefully, and the rambling had stopped.

Lucius smiled and closed his own eyes. Half an hour later he was asleep. Harry hadn't moved from his arms.

{oOo}

They slept the rest of the day and night away, Lucius waking at five the next morning. Harry was still curled into him, nuzzling at Lucius' shirt and mumbling in Parseltongue.

Lucius tried to ignore the way the snake language made him shudder, heat pooling in his gut and travelling further south. When Voldemort had spoken to his snake, it had been down-right terrifying. When Harry did it... it made Lucius want to handle the situation in his trousers.

His right hand twitched, fingers itching to wrap around his own shaft and bring himself off. He'd just cupped himself when Harry said, in English, 'Having fun there?'

Lucius jumped and looked down. Harry was looking up at him, emerald eyes gleaming before travelling down to Lucius' crotch. The blankets had pooled around the Slytherin's thighs and Harry could clearly see the bulge the blonde's erection was making.

'Um...' Lucius said.

Harry chuckled and leaned up to kiss him quickly. 'Don't worry about it, Lucius. It's good to know that I can make you feel like that.' He crawled out of bed and stretched, shirt riding up and showing Lucius a sliver of his pale back as well as the dusting of dark hair across his stomach. Harry turned to smile at him. 'I mean, it's just good to know you can still get erections.' He smirked. 'You are over forty, after all.'

Lucius' mouth dropped open. 'You little-'

Harry ran for the bathroom and Lucius jumped from their bed, chasing his teasing mate into the tiled room. He cornered Harry against the sink, the Gryffindor gasping as Lucius' erection pressed into his stomach. While Harry wasn't that short, at 5"5 he was six inches shorter then Lucius, who was 5"11. The teenager had to crane his neck to look up at the tall wizard, who smiled down at him.

'That wasn't very nice, my little mate.'

'Um... I didn't mean anything by it,' Harry said, shivering when Lucius thrust forward.

'Oh, I think you did,' Lucius purred. 'You were insinuating that at my age, I would have trouble getting it up.' He paused to breathe in deeply, nuzzling into Harry's mop of dark hair. 'Believe me, Mr Potter,' he said very softly, 'my manhood will have no problem around you.'

Harry gulped and stared up at Lucius. His glasses were still on the bedside table and Lucius' finer features were a blur. But Harry could still tell that the Slytherin was smirking at him.

Lucius thrust forward again, rutting the bulge in his trousers against Harry's stomach. Harry groaned and Lucius bent down to kiss him passionately, making Harry pull at his hair and thrust his own crotch forward.

And then Lucius was pushing him out the door, towards the bed, and Harry opened his mouth to say it was too soon, that he wasn't ready. He could feel Lucius' arousal in his chest, in that one spot near his heart that seemed dedicated to feeling Lucius' emtions. And right now it was bursting with lust, need, arousal.

Before Harry could say anything, Lucius had thrown him onto the bed and stood looking over him, hands on his hips. Lucius' eyes trailed down to Harry's jeans and he smirked.

'It's good to know you don't have any problems, Mr Potter.'

Harry frowned, confused, until Lucius raised an eyebrow. He then realised that his own erection was pushing against his zipper, making his jeans tent uncomfortable. He blushed and Lucius chuckled.

'I'll leave you to take care of that, little one,' Lucius said and turned to leave.

'What?' Harry blurted. 'I thought you wanted sex.'

Lucius turned to face him again, one blonde eyebrow raised. The feeling in Harry's chest changed from lust to... something warmer and softer, yet no less intense. Harry scratched at his chest through his shirt, trying to figure the feeling out, as Lucius spoke.

'Harry, while my veela and I would be perfectly happy to fuck you into the mattress, you said you weren't ready. I will never force you into anything and my veela won't lose control. Remember what I said; you are the only person I will ever listen to you. If you order me to do something I will, regardless of the consequences.'

Harry frowned. 'So if I ordered you to... kill Dumbledore, would you?'

'Well... maybe,' Lucius said. 'My veela has a certain amount of control, being the dominant one, but it's sole purpose is to protect and make you happy. If you begged me, if you told me that Dumbledore's death was the only way you'd be safe... yes, my veela would throw my own thoughts aside and do as you asked.'

'Wow,' Harry said.

'Now you see why submissive mates aren't weak, Harry,' Lucius said with a smile. 'I live for you and you only. Even our kit don't have that much power over me.'

Harry sat up, resting on his elbows, as Lucius walked to the bathroom. 'I won't make you do anything,' Harry called and Lucius paused. 'I don't want our relationship to be like that, Lucius. The bond, the way we can connect, that's just a bonus. All I want is you.'

Lucius smiled at him. 'I feel the same, Harry.'

Harry grinned. 'But I'm so ordering you to make me dinner and carry me to bed.'

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'I would never do that, even if ordered,' he huffed and slammed the bathroom door shut, Harry laughing.

You already carried him to bed, a small voice reminded him.

'Shut up,' Lucius muttered.

{oOo}

Lucius had a ritual in the bathroom that had been destroyed by Azkaban and, later, Harry Potter. He showered every morning quickly, shampooing his hair and scrubbing his skin with a loofa. He used coconut scented body gel that made his skin smell delicious (well that was Narcissa said). His shampoo was the same and made his hair shiny and smooth. The face cream he used kept his skin smooth, soft, and wrinkle-free. Of course, being a wizard, Lucius wouldn't wrinkle too badly for at least another twenty years.

Unfortunately, Harry had taken it upon himself to buy Lucius' bath products. While it seemed his young mate had made a trip to Malfoy Manor to collect photos, books, and clothes, all the bath products were brand new.

There was a bright green loofa attached to a rope that hung from the bottom tap, beneath a maroon one that had already been used. There were two bottles of body gel; one bright green that smelled like the ocean, and another that smelled like coconut but was a different brand to the one Lucius usually used.

He washed his hair first, using the open bottle and squirting grey liquid onto his palm. Afterwards he found that the shampoo made his hair even smoother and easier to manage then the shampoo he'd used before going to Azkaban. He wondered why it didn't work on Harry's unruly hair.

After using the gel and rinsing, Lucius stepped from the shower and wrapped a fluffy black towel around his waist. Lucius looked at the moisturisers Harry had bought and frowned; none of them would be good for his skin. Sometimes he hated being pale, even though it went well with his hair and made him look more like the veela he was. Lucius needed a specific moisturiser to stop his skin from drying out and to ward off sunburn. Even ten minutes in the sun was enough to make his cheeks and nose bright red.

Lucius went back into the bedroom to find Harry still in bed, the teenager humming under his breath.

'Harry, I need to make a trip to Diagon Alley.'

'Why?' Harry asked.

'Some of the things you bought aren't good for my skin.'

'Oh,' Harry said, frown evident in his voice. 'Well if you don't mind people staring at you we can...' He trailed off as he sat up to look at Lucius. His mouth fell open when his eyes locked onto Lucius' mostly naked form.

Harry had never seen anyone more perfect. Though Lucius' had lost a lot of weight when stuck in Azkaban, he still had a body to die for.

Lucius was tall and broad, shoulders, arms, and chest all toned, muscles looking firm under his pale skin. His chest hair was as blonde as his head and almost transluscent as it trailed down to his very firm and flat stomach, a stomach that needed a little fattening up in Harry's opinion. His hips were slim and Harry wanted to grap them, wanted to lick his way up Lucius' strong thighs and dip into his bellybutton. Harry had never been so turned on in his life and it didn't help that Lucius had water dripping down his toned abs.

'Um...' Harry said, realising he was staring. He tried to form a coherent sentence and failed spectacularly. 'Um... we... Diagon... just let... um...'

Lucius smirked and said, 'I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, Harry.' Not only could he see Harry's lust (the boy was staring quite openly), he could feel it in his chest. Like Harry could feel Lucius' emtotions, Lucius too could feel the Gryffindor's. It wasn't too strong at the moment, only a general pang in his chest when Harry's emotions were hightened. When Harry felt extremely emotional, like angry, passionate, or horny, Lucius could feel it.

Like when he was lusting crazily after his half-naked mate. Lucius could definately feel that.

'Catch... products...' Harry mumbled stupidly, eyes still wide as he drank Lucius in.

Grinning, Lucius went to the walk-in wardrobe. 'Can we go to Diagon Alley today or do we need to hide? Obviously people will ask why I'm out of Azkaban.'

'Bastards can sod off,' Harry mumbled, crawling across the bed and leaning forward to keep Lucius in sight.

Lucius hummed and picked out an outfit; a white button-up shirt and black jacket that hugged his frame tightly. He added well-fitting black trousers as well as a thin, sleeveless robe. It was still quite warm and Lucius didn't want to overheat while out with his young mate, especially if Harry wore those Muggle jeans he was so fond of.

Knowing Harry was staring at him, and quite liking the attention, Lucius dropped his towel. He heard Harry choke on his own tongue and chuckled. He grabbed a pair of Slytherin-green silk boxer shorts and made sure to bend over further then necessary, giving Harry a nice view of his perfect arse.

Lucius put his shirt on next, turning to face Harry as he buttoned it up from the bottom, followed by the cuffs. Harry wasn't even trying to hide his staring. He watched Lucius dress, eyes wide and mouth open, fingers curled into the duvet. Lucius slid into his trousers and added a belt, approaching Harry with socks, shoes, and his robe.

He sat beside the teenager, who moved closer, and pulled his socks and shoes on.

Harry took a deep breath and said, 'Mm, coconut.'

'I love coconut,' Lucius said, 'I've used it as body gel since I was sixteen.'

'Mm,' Harry mumbled, pressing his nose into Lucius' lucious hair.

'Harry, are you going to sit there all day smelling me?' Lucius asked as he did up his laces, 'or are you going to shower and join me for breakfast?'

Whatever spell Lucius had had over him seemed to break and Harry turned bright red in a second. He spluttered and muttered excuses before dashing for the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Lucius chuckled and waited for his mate to shower.

{oOo}

Harry wasn't the only one who suffered from his mate's body. When the teenager returned from his own shower, Lucius nearly fell off the bed.

Harry was very fit from Quidditch and running around Britain killing horcruxes. His skin was tanned, darker then Lucius', and the boy was very thin and lithe. Muscles strained under his skin as Harry reached into the wardrobe for a shirt, tugging it on with a grace he didn't seem to know he had.

Dark chest hair and a firm four pack disappeared under the dark blue cotton, making Lucius moan at the loss. He moaned again when Harry dropped his towel, pulling on black boxer-briefs and snapping the waistband when he was done.

The material hugged him tightly, outlining his arse and shaft. Lucius nearly jumped across the room to stop Harry putting jeans on, more then happy to watch his mate walk around with his cock almost on show.

He stopped himself, though, because really Harry's arse looked so nice in those dark denim Muggle jeans. Harry grabbed a blue sock and a green one, pulling them on as he leant against the wardrobe doorframe. He pulled trainers on too and did the laces before grabbing a jacket for later.

Lucius swallowed and managed to get a hold of himself as Harry looked up. 'Can I ask why you're wearing two different socks?'

Harry smiled and said, 'Why not? Who said my socks have to match?'

Lucius could see the logic in that and smiled. Harry walked across the room and pressed a kiss to Lucius' lips.

'Did you enjoy yourself?' he asked.

Lucius jumped, unaware Harry had seen him staring. Harry giggled and left the bedroom. Lucius stayed where he was, breathing deeply and thinking unsexy thoughts.

{oOo}

Breakfast pushed them both to the edge. Really, when you're trying not to jump your very sexy mate, eating strawberries, honey, and yogurt isn't a good idea. Both dropped more then one bowl, spilled more then one mug of coffee, and lost a few good minutes just staring. By the time they finished it was nine and Harry stood.

'I have to tell Dumbledore we're going.'

Lucius frowned. 'Why?'

'We're at Hogwarts and you're currently my ward. I have to inform him if you, or I, leave the grounds.'

When Lucius' frown deepened, Harry situated himself between the blonde's legs. Arms draped over his shoulders, Harry leaned in to press a chaste kiss to those lips he was beginning to obsess over.

'It's only until Dumbledore trusts you enough not to do anything,' Harry explained. 'He understands our bond, he knows you can't hurt me, but the same can't be said for the general population. When he trusts you, you'll be able to leave by yourself.'

'I'm not a child, I don't need an escort,' Lucius huffed.

Harry pouted. 'So you don't want to go to Diagon Alley with me?'

Any other time, Lucius would have made a scathing remark. But Harry was pouting, bottom lip stuck out, lips glistening wet, and eyes so wide and bright Lucius knew he could drown in them. So instead he mumbled, 'Um... of course I do...'

Harry grinned and bounced on his feet. 'Excellent. Come on.'

He dragged Lucius up, the blonde blinking when he realised Harry had manipulated him.

Cheeky Slytherin move, Lucius thought as he was dragged from their quarters.

{oOo}

The Headmaster beamed at the both of them and Lucius shifted uncomfortably. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, fingers linked, eyes bright and twinkling. He stared at Lucius and the Malfoy patriarch felt a tug on his mind.

Though Dumbledore was a skilled Legilimens, Lucius was a skilled Occlumens, and it would be no trouble for him to push Dumbledore out. He let the man in, though, knowing it would be easier in the long run to just let the old man have his own way. Dumbledore chuckled when he saw images of their earlier breakfast. Lucius growled, not liking that the older wizard saw Harry like that.

Holding up his hands, the Headmaster said, 'Have fun today. And Harry, remember what we talked about.'

The Gryffindor nodded and dragged Lucius from the office. Lucius linked their fingers as they stepped off the stairs, the stone gargoyle scraping back into positon. 'What did he mean?' he asked as they headed for the nearest portrait where a short cut to the main hall was.

Harry sighed and stopped just inside the portrait, the two suddenly shrouded in darkness. There was enough light peeking through the bottom of the portrait to let Lucius see Harry's outline.

'Only a handfull of people know about our bond and your release from Azkaban,' Harry explained. 'Dumbledore and Severus thought it best if we keep it under raps until later. I mean, I'm not ashamed of you, Lucius, but I don't think it's anyone's business that we're soulmates,' the teen said. 'Our bond is fragile, so new, I don't want people trying to break us up.

'So I just figured, until we get more comfortable together, we should keep the exact nature of our relationship to ourselves. That means no overly familiar gestures in public.'

Lucius groaned. How was he supposed to keep his hands off Harry? He understood, and agreed, with the teenager, but really... Harry was gorgeous, and Lucius was supposed to not touch him?

'I know, love,' Harry said, reaching up to cup the Slytherin's cheek. 'But we don't want howlers sent to Hogwarts until we're closer.'

'Mm,' Lucius murmured, pushing into Harry's hand. Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly.

'So,' the younger wizard said, drawing back. 'We're just going to spend time together in Diagon Alley, ignoring everyone who stares at us. And there'll be a fair few, you're supposed to be in Azkaban. If people ask, we ignore them, but we don't hurt them, got it?'

Lucius rolled his eyes. 'Harry, I don't even have a wand.'

Harry scoffed and said, 'Like you can't do wandless magic.'

With a chuckle, Lucius drew the teenager closer. 'You know me well,' he whispered, pressing kisses to Harry's jaw.

'We'll get you one soon, Dumbledore trusts you not to go mental and blast a heap of people away.'

'I thought Dumbledore didn't trust me,' Lucius murmured.

'Well there's not much damage you can do in Hogwarts, what with the wards, and me around,' Harry said, eyes flicking shut as Lucius continued to kiss his neck. 'He said if you prove that you don't want to curse anyone, I can take you to Ollivander's just before the school year starts.'

'Mm,' Lucius mumbled, nibbling on Harry's ear.

Before Harry could lose himself, he pushed Lucius back. 'Stop that.'

'What?' the blonde asked innocently.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Come on, let's go.' He re-linked their fingers and Lucius smiled at the gesture as he followed Harry through the passageway.

{oOo}

They ran into Hagrid halfway to the main gates. While Hagrid didn't particularly like Lucius Malfoy (the man had helped send him to Azkaban after all), the half-giant loved Harry, had been the teenager's friend and confidant for years.

So he was willing to accept the man and even be civil towards him. Plus there was the fact that the man was part creature too; he understood the bond Harry and Lucius shared and would never try to come between them. In time he knew he'd learn to like Lucius, the man was Harry's other half, so he couldn't be all that bad.

When they came into view, Hagrid nodded to them, shared a few kind words with both, and sent them on their way.

'He's not that bad,' Lucius mused as they walked, hands still joined.

Harry smiled. 'Well, when you pull your head out of your arse, you'll find there are lots of good people around.'

Lucius huffed in indignation, making his eyes narrow and lips push into a pout. Harry giggled and kissed him quickly, pulling away when Lucius tried to deepen it. Still pouting, Lucius allowed the younger wizard to pull him through the main gates.

{oOo}

They apparated to Diagon Alley and, after one last kiss, stepped into public. It only took a few minutes for people to recognise Harry Potter, his hair sticking up wildly and not covering his scar. A few people approached and shook his hand, whispered words of enouragement, and shouted that they loved and thanked him.

Harry took it all with good grace, years of similar behaviour training him for moments like this. He still didn't like it though and Lucius could see annoyance and resignation in his mate's eyes.

While most people focused on Harry, a few stared up at his companion. In seconds there were shouts and wands, people backing away from Lucius quickly. It didn't help that the collars of his shirt and jacket weren't high enough to hide the prison tattoo that had been burned onto his neck during his first stay in Azkaban three years ago.

Lucius stepped in front of Harry, veela magic searing through his veins and making his protective and posessive streaks flash through his body. Harry calmly stepped back into the spotlight and spoke to the crowd.

'Lucius Malfoy has been released from Azkaban due to information given to the Light,' he lied. 'Mr Malfoy didn't participate in the Battle of Hogwarts and he's been placed into my care. As my ward, Mr Malfoy will be put through a rehabilitation programme to ensure he's fully renounced Lord Voldemort. Any questions can be directed to Albus Dumbledore.'

The crowd stared, gobsmacked, as Harry turned back to Lucius.

'After you, Mr Malfoy.'

Lucius couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he led Harry through the Alley, people parting around them. 'That was a very Slytherin thing to do,' he commented. 'Lying to your adoring fans.'

Harry shrugged. 'It was Severus' speech, had me memorise the bloody thing.' Lucius chuckled. 'Besides, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin before Gryffindor.'

Lucius nearly tripped over his own feet and grabbed Harry's shoulder to steady himself. Once standing again, he rounded on the teenager. 'What?' he demanded.

'The Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin,' Harry said. 'It went on about my power and cunning and greatness, it said Slytherin would help. But all I'd heard about Slytherin was that only Dark wizards went there, and that the wizard who'd killed my parents was in Slytherin. Add to that a mean little blonde boy who teased my only friend, well...' Harry scratched at an eyebrow. 'Of course I was going to beg to be put in another house.'

Lucius was reeling. Harry, his Harry, his little mate, could have been a Slytherin. He imagined how different things would be. Harry and Draco might have been friends, Harry might have visited the manor during the holidays... though Harry never would have chosen the Dark side, he might have been able to keep Lucius out of Azkaban, might have trusted him, might have turned Lucius away from Lord Voldemort sooner. Lucius probably would have accepted their bond without hesitation if Harry had been a fellow Slytherin.

But... but Lucius didn't want that. He wouldn't change a thing about Harry. The teen was brave, loyal, intelligent... he was a Gryffindor with Slytherin cunning. And that was far better then being a snobby pure-blood who looked down on people for their blood or status. Harry was perfect the way he was, Gryffindor blood included.

'Lucius?' Harry questioned.

'If we weren't in public I'd snog the crap out of you,' Lucius hissed.

Harry turned red. 'Um... what?'

'To know that you have Slytherin in you...' Lucius said. He swallowed thickly.

'You're not mad?' Harry asked. 'I mean, think of what could have been different if I'd let the Hat-'

'Harry,' Lucius stopped him, holding up a hand. 'What house you're in doesn't matter, not to me. You could be a Hufflepuff and I'd still want you.' He wrinkled his nose. 'Well, maybe not.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Hufflepuffs are hard working and loyal, why do they always get a bad rap? So what if they don't want to go around fighting all the time, I think it makes them better actually-'

Lucius ignored him and said, 'Gryffindor helped mold you into who you are. It gave you a great family in the Weasleys, loyal friends in Hermione Granger and the youngest Weasley boy. If you'd been placed in Slytherin, you might not have had that.'

He looked Harry over and couldn't find anything he disliked.

'You made a choice and it turned out for the better; you're a Gryffindor, never think that I dislike that.'

Harry blushed again. 'Um... th-thank you.'

Lucius realised they were drawing attention to themselves, standing in the middle of the Alley, so he smiled warmly at his mate. 'Now, let's get back to our shopping, shall we?'

Harry nodded and allowed Lucius to lead the way.

{oOo}

They started off in a beauty shop, Lucius taking a small basket and filling it with soaps, moisturisers, and various beauty products Harry didn't know the use for. He'd always known Lucius took great care with his appearence; he always looked good, his hair was always tamed, and his nails and eyebrows perfectly manicured. Harry threw on whatever he could find and didn't bother brushing his hair any more.

Harry had to pay because Lucius didn't have any money. His vaults were still frozen until Minister Shaklebolt and Albus Dumbledore could reach an agreement on how to handle the whole Harry-and-Lucius-are-bonded-mates thing. Harry assured his partner that he'd have access to his own money soon enough and pointed out that as soulmates, Harry's money was Lucius' too.

Lucius still pouted though.

And Harry still thought he looked adorable while doing it.

They stopped at the apothacary to stock up on potions supplies, Lucius admitting that it was an interest he shared with both Severus and his son. They went to Flourish and Blotts where Harry busied himself flicking through Quidditch and Dark Arts books while also watching Lucius.

Like Hermione, the man was a bibliophile. He looked at home amongst the book cases, eyes alight with pleasure as he skimmed through the various sections. Though he already had a massive collection both at Malfoy Manor and in the quarters he shared with Harry at Hogwarts, the man bought about twenty books that Harry had to shrink and stuff into his jeans pocket. Harry himself bought a few books on veelas, soulmates, and magical beasts, knowing that with Lucius' help, Hermione would finally turn him into a bookworm.

After that they went to the Magical Menagerie. Lucius used to have a whole flock of handsome owls but they'd all been killed by the Dark Lord during his takeover of Malfoy Manor. Lucius hated using the Hogwarts owls so dragged Harry in.

An hour later, after Lucius had conversed with the owner and Harry had threatened to leave, Lucius purchased a handsome screecher owl and Harry bought one himself.

Lucius' owl was slim, with honey-brown feathers and white and black patterning around his eyes, which were a deep amber. He was intelligent and liked Lucius immediately, nipping on the Slytherin's finger through the cage affectionately. Harry found out that hard way that he was going to have to work for the owl's affection; it bit him sharply when he tried to pet it and Harry scowled, sucking on his bloody finger.

'Poor baby,' Lucius smirked.

'Shut up,' Harry muttered. 'Or I'll sick my own owl on you.'

A screecher like Lucius', Harry's owl was female and a few inches smaller. She was a deep rust colour, strange for an owl, the owner of the shop had said. She was only just reaching maturity and stared at Harry with yellow eyes which were framed with golden feathers.

'What are we going to name them?' Lucius asked, grin widening when Harry's owl rubbed against his fingers.

Scowling, Harry said, 'Dunno. I named my last owl from a book.' He felt a pang of loss at the thought of Hedwig. She'd been his friend through all his school holidays, had been his link to the magical world. He missed her every time he got mail. She'd died protecting him and Harry would never, ever forget about his first and best friend.

Lucius both sensed and felt his mate's sadness but decided to ask later. He followed Harry to a small cafe where they sat outside for lunch. They ate sandwiches and crisps, sipping magical sodas that Harry thought weren't as good as Coca Cola. Lucius asked what Coca Cola was and Harry giggled.

Both owls hooted and the pair looked at them. They were sitting on the edge of the table, nibbling on crusts that Harry and Lucius had slipped them. They were staring from one wizard to the other, intelligent eyes gleaming in the midday sun.

Cocking his head, Harry said, 'Coca Cola.' They hooted again. 'Coca?' Harry said and his own owl jumped from foot to foot. 'Cola,' Harry said and Lucius' owl bobbed up and down, moving restlessly in it's cage. 'Well, we have their names,' Harry grinned.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'You want to name our owls Coca and Cola?'

'Why not?' Harry said. 'They like them.'

Lucius looked back at the birds, who did indeed seem to enjoy their new names. Harry spent the next ten minutes hooting at them and shouting Coca and Cola at the top of his lungs. Witches and wizards alike stared at him, wondering if the teen had gone insane, and Lucius just smiled.

{oOo}

After lunch they went to Madam Malkin's, Lucius insisting that Harry needed new dress robes as well as school robes.

'Well, school robes, yeah,' Harry said and explained how all eighth years (as Dumbledore was calling the students who hadn't been able to attend their seventh year due to the war) were going to be wearing different robes. Instead of the black robes with maroon, blue, yellow, or green under-colouring, they would be wearing robes in their house colours. They would resemble their Quidditch robes; maroon with gold under-colouring for the Gryffindors, blue with bronze under-colouring for Ravenclaws, yellow with black under-colouring for Hufflepuffs, and emerald with silver under-colouring for Slytherins.

Their other uniform would be pretty much the same; white shirt, black trousers or skirt, and grey jumpers, vests, scarves and cloaks.

'But why?' Lucius questioned as Madam Malkin fitted Harry for his new robes.

'Dumbledore wants everyone to know who the eighth years are so there's no confusion,' Harry said. 'It's also to remind us not to screw up; we're all eighteen, some like Hermione are nineteen. We may be students but we're still adults; we have a duty to lead the school well and be roll models for the other students.' Harry smirked. 'And I think Dumbledore just wants to see everyone in colourful robes.'

Lucius chuckled and turned to Madam Malkin. What followed was a two-hour long debate with Lucius insisting Harry needed nice dress robes for Ministry functions as well as robes for general life. He couldn't very well wear Muggle clothes forever.

Harry fought back; it was his body, he'd dress how he bloody well liked. Madam Malkin watched, amused. She'd known Lord Malfoy for years, had been the Malfoy family's tailor for a number of years. Narcissa had preferred the upper-scale shops but Lucius liked how personal Madam Malkin's business was; she took care of the customers who paid well, and that included Lucius Malfoy.

She suspected that there was more going on between Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy then met the eye. They were very familiar with each other; they teased, they provoked, and they stared at each other like nobody else mattered. She knew Lucius had veela blood and it clicked together quickly.

Madam Malkin was a smart witch, she had to be to weave magical materials together to withstand spells, accidental magic, as well as general day-to-day activities. She'd aced her N.E.W.T.S when she'd attended Hogwarts but had always loved clothing and so established her own business.

She knew without a doubt that Harry Potter was Lucius Malfoy's mate. Why else would Lucius be allowing Harry to tease him like that? And why else would Harry allow Lucius to talk him into purchasing a hundred galleons worth of clothing?

Of course she had no intention of sharing this news with anyone. What happened between Harry and Lucius was none of her business. It would get out eventually, the wizarding world was always full of gossip. So Madam Malkin smiled at the pair, bid them good day, and mused about what a gorgeous couple they made.

{oOo}

After heading back to Flourish and Blotts to purchase new school books (Harry's had been left at Privet Drive and burst into flames when some teenagers had broken in and tried to steal them), they went to the stationary store for new quills, ink, and parchment. With everything magiced to fit comfortably in their pockets and not weigh them down, Harry and Lucius stopped off at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour.

Mr Fortescue was shocked to see Harry in the company of a known and convited Death Eater, but his love for the boy hero meant he kept his tongue in cheek and treated Lucius with the same respect he did all his customers.

Harry had always been a favourite of Mr Fortescue's and the man refused payment after bringing them their sundae's. Harry's was a large bowl with six scoops of ice-cream; peppermint, cookies and cream, banana, vanilla, lime, and strawberry. Heaped on was nuts, cubes of chocolate, and little brightly-coloured lollies Harry called, 'Nerds'. Apparently they were some Muggle lolly from Australia that Harry was in love with (Lucius spat them out when Harry said he could try them and then scowled at the laughing teenager).

Lucius had three scoops of vanilla ice-cream drizzled with honey and chocolate sauce. He watched as Harry devoured his own massive bowl, easily putting away the entire thing and contemplating seconds.

Lucius knew that teenagers ate a lot, teenage boys especially, and had often berated Draco for trying to eat his body weight in food at dinner. But Harry was something else entirely; how he could eat a big lunch, followed by a monumental sundae, and then think seconds... it was astounding.

Harry didn't get seconds, but helped himself to Lucius' ice-cream when the Slytherin admitted he didn't enjoy the treat nearly as much as Harry. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth, only eating the occasional chocolate bar or Bertie Bott's bean. Mostly he ate fruit and, weirdly, pickles.

'Pickles by the jar full', was what he told Harry, who wrinkled his nose as he sucked on his spoon.

'You mean those little green things you sometimes get on hamburgers?' Harry asked. When Lucius nodded, Harry poked his tongue out. 'Yuck.'

'I'll convert you,' Lucius said confidently.

Harry snorted.

{oOo}

That night in their quarters, Harry could see the appeal of pickles... well, he could see the appeal of Lucius eating them. They'd stopped at a small grogery at the end of Diagon Alley to buy some food that Hogwarts didn't have; ice cream in various flavours (Harry really liked ice cream and Hogwarts didn't have a wide selection), fruit (Lucius didn't believe the Hogwarts elves when they said the fruit they served was fresh), firewhiskey and other alcohol Lucius demanded to have on hand, and jars of pickles.

The man bought a case and Harry shrunk it down with the rest of their stuff. After returning to Hogwarts, they put all their shopping away and enjoyed a light dinner of chicken and rice. Harry disappeared to get his school stuff in order, knowing that if he didn't do it now he'd be running around at the last minute, and Lucius retired to the study to read.

When Harry came back the room was lit by a soft fire, bathing the study, and Lucius, in warm light. Lucius was on the leather sofa directly opposite the door and Harry paused to watch him.

He was sitting cross-legged, shoes on the floor, robe and jacket thrown over the arm, with the top few buttons of his shirt undone to show a well toned and pale chest. He had a jar of pickles between his legs, open, and a book on his knees.

The pickles were rather large, almost the size of cucumbers, and Lucius used his fingers to pick them from the jar. He'd eaten half already and Harry watched, transfixed, as his mate pulled out another one.

Eyes on the text in front of him, Lucius slowly brought the gerkhin up to his mouth. Pink lips parted to allow the food into his warm mouth and he sucked back, half the thing disappearing with a soft wet sound.

Harry's mouth fell open as Lucius sucked back again, Adam's apple bobbing as he licked and caressed the pickle with his tongue. He did that for about a minute before chewing only hard enough to let the juices run over his tongue.

It was sweet, sour, and refreshing all at the same time. Lucius hummed in enjoyment as he lapped up the juices and turned a page of the thick novel he was reading. Slowly the gerkhin reappeared, only to disappear again as Lucius sucked harder.

Harry had to lean against the doorframe, legs feeling weak as he watched the blonde do very, very naughty things to his food. Really, how could Harry think of anything else? Lucius' lips wrapped around the juicy cucumber as he expertly sucked, licked, squeezed, and nibbled.

Knowing he shouldn't be watching (his hormones were already traitorous around Lucius), Harry tried to take a step back. He'd need a cold shower, or a few minutes alone (maybe with his right hand).

And then Lucius bit down, sucking half the pickle into his mouth and chewing. He swallowed thickly and Harry nearly groaned. Lucius, still not noticing Harry, lapped at the juices running down his fingers. Quickly and with a lot of sucking noises, Lucius engulfed the rest of his food and licked his fingers and lips clean.

Harry was rooted to the floor, eyes wide, drool making his lips wet and an erection pressing annoyingly against his zipper.

And then Lucius did it all over again.

Fingers dipped into the jar.

Pickle extracted.

Pressed into mouth, lips widening.

Sucking, licking, chewing, biting, swallowing.

Harry definitely moaned then.

Lucius blinked and looked up, one hand paused turning to the next page of his novel, the other holding a pickle between his lips. He eyed Harry for a few seconds before grinning wickedly.

Sucking back once more and wetting his lips, Lucius said in a very calm voice, 'Can I help you, little one?'

Harry groaned and Lucius' grin widened.

'I'm sorry, what was that?'

'Erm...' Harry said and coughed twice to clear his throat. He shifted on his feet, each movement making his arousal even more obvious. 'Just...'

Lucius raised one perfect eyebrow as he sucked back on the second half of his gerkhin.

'Justgonnahaveashower,' Harry blurted out quickly, words mixing together as he ran from the study.

Lucius heard the bathroom door shut and chuckled. Harry would be having a cold shower tonight.

{oOo}

In bed, Harry wrapped in Lucius' arms, the blonde told his mate all about the Gryffindor's strange sleeping habits. Harry chuckled when he was done and said, 'Yeah, Hermione complained about the same thing.'

Lucius' scowl descended like lightning, making his handsome face twist in jealousy and anger. Harry quickly pulled back and cupped Lucius' face, pressing a kiss to his lips.

'Lucius, love, nothing happened,' he said quickly. 'When we were hunting horcruxes... we both suffered nightmares. And when Ron left, things just got harder. We were so scared; our families, our friends, and Ron... they were all out there, in danger, and people were getting killed. We were the only hope the world had of destroying Voldemort.

'We were scared, Lucius, and sometimes we needed each other. Not in a sexual way, Hermione's like my big sister, but in a way that people sometimes need human contact. We only ever held each other, I swear to you. Even if you and I weren't together, weren't soulmates, I don't think I could ever love a woman. And like I said, Hermione's my sister.'

Lucius continued to scowl but on the inside he tried to push his jealousy, and his veela, back. His veela was extremely angry, having grown even more protective of Harry since the man's release from Azkaban. The thought of Harry cuddling with anyone besides Lucius, and maybe Draco, infuriated the creature lurking in Lucius' heart.

'Lucius?' Harry questioned, worry evident in his eyes and voice. 'I'm sorry, but I can't change it, it's in the past. I don't want anyone but you.'

Lucius swallowed and whispered, 'Really?' Though his mind tried to tell him that he and Harry were soulmates, that Harry himself had said over and over again that he wanted Lucius and would never leave, Lucius' veela still needed reassurence. There was still a small part of him that feared someday Harry would run off, even if it meant death.

Lucius had waited so long, had waited so many years, for Harry Potter and the thought of Harry leaving made the blonde feel physically ill. He knew he'd die very quickly if Harry left, his heart would simply break into a million pieces while his soul shattered and blew away.

'Lucius,' Harry said seriously, shifting back to look into his mate's eyes, into his soul. 'I'm not leaving, ever. Not because it would kill me... no, that's not right; yes, I'm never leaving because it would kill me.'

His mate frowned, the veela sure Harry was about to say he was only putting up with Lucius because the alternative was death.

'It would break my heart, my mind, and my soul if I left you, Lucius Malfoy,' Harry said and the other man gasped. 'If we had to part I wouldn't be able to go on. You are my life, my world, my heart; the organ pumps for you and only you. I can't go more then five minutes not thinking about you.

'The thought of waking up away from you, of not seeing you for a whole day, makes me want to throw up,' Harry admitted. 'It's not just the bond, Lucius, it's you. You're funny, intelligent, charming, and you see me for who I am. It's not going to take long for me to fall in love with you, Lucius. And when I do it's forever. Got it?'

He glared at the blonde, as though daring him to say no. Instead of speaking, Lucius leaned forward and kissed him.

Harry felt everything in the kiss and in his heart. Lucius' veela was scared but it wanted him, needed him, was probably already in love with him. And Lucius wasn't far behind. The kiss was hot and heavy, filled with lust and happiness and joy and... warmth, love. How a man could convey so many emotions through a kiss Harry didn't know, but he loved it all the same.

'Are you sure?' Lucius asked when they broke apart, voice husky yet tinged with fear.

Harry scoffed. 'Stupid veela,' he teased. 'Why would I want anyone else when I've got an intelligent, witty, gorgeous man to cuddle every night? Especially since said gorgeous man lets me roll around the bed like a lunatic for two hours.'

Lucius couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips and Harry grinned.

'See? I know you forgive me.'

'My veela doesn't.'

''Course it does,' Harry said and pressed his face to Lucius' chest. 'Lucius' veela, stop it, you know I only want you.' It was like he was talking to a baby, or only someone he could see, and it made Lucius chuckle. 'Silly, silly veela,' Harry continued to coo. 'Harry doesn't want anyone else.'

'Stop it,' Lucius tried.

'Not until you say you forgive me.'

'Harry-'

'Silly veela,' Harry repeated and slapped Lucius' chest lightly. 'Harry isn't going anywhere, ever. Seriously, I followed you around all day shopping for books and parchment and even pickles. Why would I do that if I didn't care?'

'You seemed to enjoy me eating pickles,' Lucius mused.

Harry blushed and nuzzled into his mate's chest. 'Shut up.'

'Oh, done talking to my veela now?'

Harry mumbled, 'Maybe.' He paused before saying, 'Lucius, why does it feel like there's two of me?'

Lucius looked down at him. 'Excuse me?'

'Well, sometimes it feels like the veela growing in me and me myself are... two different people, or things. Like, sometimes I get this feeling, or a voice, telling me what to do in relation to veela stuff. Is that normal?'

Lucius contemplated Harry's words before speaking. 'Well, at the moment your veela is still young, still developing. Until we bond completely and fall in love, it'll feel like you're two seperate creatures. When we bond that'll change. You'll still feel like you but your veela will be you, if that makes sense. You'll merge together and have access to veela magic to protect me and our young. You'll find casting spells easier and your sense of smell and eyesight will heighten, as well as your speed and gracefullness.'

'Right...' Harry said slowly, pulling at Lucius' pyjama shirt. 'Do you feel like that?'

'Yes,' Lucius nodded. 'Until we mate, my veela is a seperate part of me, but still a part.'

Harry frowned. 'So you've felt like this your entire life?' he asked. He didn't know how to explain it. While he enjoyed the new senses he felt with Lucius, while he enjoyed the way his veela made him feel powerful and loved and protected, it was still... strange, like a part of his soul was hiding somewhere and Harry couldn't get to it. It came out with Lucius, especially when they kissed, but at the moment it was just beyond reach.

Lucius could feel Harry's emotions through their bond and knew that, like him, Harry didn't feel complete. He pulled the teenager closer and spoke into his hair.

'Yes, I've felt like that since my seventeeth birthday,' the blonde admitted. 'Like part of me is just out of reach, hiding from me, refusing to complete me.' Harry closed his eyes. 'But it's getting closer every day because of you, Harry.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Why?'

'I hate that you've had to wait for me for so long,' Harry said. 'You've felt incomplete for so long and it's my fault.'

'You didn't choose what year to be born, Harry,' Lucius said. 'The universe did.'

'I hate the universe.'

Lucius chuckled. 'It brought us together,' he reminded his mate. Harry huffed but the tightness around Lucius' heart lessened; Harry was feeling better, as well as sleepy.

'Rest, my little mate,' Lucius whispered. 'We can talk more tomorrow.'

'Unless I kick you out of bed,' Harry murmured.

'You tried,' Lucius said, 'but after I held you you calmed down.'

'Hmm,' Harry mused, 'better keep your arms around me, then.'

'I'm never letting go,' Lucius vowed.

'I never want you to,' Harry replied honestly.
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