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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
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, various publishers worldwide, and Warner Bros. I don't own any of the characters and I make no money.

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Author's Note: I received a review from someone who had a few issues so I thought I'd explain them here:

I use single quotations: 'example', because in Australia (and England too) that's what we use. To use double quotations, "example", takes more effort and isn't used in writing dialogue in novels. So no, it's not wrong, it's a regional/country thing. I know in America double quotations are used and I'm sorry, but I write how I've always written.

There are a lot of spelling mistakes because I don't have MS Word, I'm doing everything on Wordpad, and it's impossible to catch every single little mistake. I'm sorry about that, I'm a horrible speller, so bear with me.

This is my first Harry/Lucius story so of course there are mistakes, some OOCness, and a few cliche's. I apologise but I started writing this three months ago and I'm currently writing chapter 48 so yeah, the earlier chapters have a few kinks that I've worked out the further I've got into the story.

So yeah, there's a bit of OOCness in coming chapters, this one included.

My apologies for all the mistakes.

{IBegToDreamAndDiffer}

{oOo}

Harry didn't take proper care of his body. At least that was what Lucius said. The Malfoy patriarch scowled when he learned that Harry's idea of getting ready for the day was a quick shower (sometimes), a glance in the mirror (not always), and grabbing whatever clothing he reached first (all the time). His Muggle jeans and shirts were all old, falling apart, and some were big enough to fit Lucius.

It seemed another day trip was in order and no matter how much Harry shouted, kicked, and tried to seduce, Lucius wasn't backing down. Though he quite enjoyed the way Harry sat on his lap and tried to pin him to the sofa.

Harry did manage to convince Lucius that he needed Muggle clothes. He refused to wear robes and formal shirts/trousers all the time, especially when lounging around in their quarters. Lucius only relented because Harry looked delicious in denim.

After Dumbledore gave his approval, Harry and Lucius once again walked hand-in-hand through Hogwarts. Harry sighed when he realised that in three weeks he wouldn't be able to do this; he and Lucius would have to hide. He contemplated just jumping Lucius in public but figured that wouldn't go down too well.

They apparated to Diagon Alley and went through the archway, and then Leaky Cauldron, to get to London. Harry couldn't remember the place well enough to apparate them straight there without fear of splinching.

Like with Diagon Alley, the occupants of the Leaky Cauldron all turned to stare. Most grinned at Harry, shook his hand (much to Lucius' annoyance) and bid him a good day. They scowled at Lucius though didn't say anything to his face. He was still Lucius Malfoy, after all; he was powerful, had been to prison for being a Death Eater, and was a known lover of the Dark Arts. Even without a wand, they weren't about to insult the Malfoy patriarch.

Lucius was looking a little smug as they walked out into London, heading down the street.

'Prat,' Harry muttered. Lucius grinned.

{oOo}

They took a Death Cab (it was actually a taxi, but Lucius seemed to honestly hate and fear the small black cars) into the city and spent most of the morning just looking around.

Harry felt safe in London and took Lucius' hand. They drew a few looks from Muggles, mostly because they were both men and because Harry was clearly twenty years younger then Lucius.

Lucius, though, was all smiles as he tugged Harry along. Though they'd come out shopping for Harry, Lucius was the one having a good time. He generally didn't like Muggles but was trying to change for Harry. If he was honest, he found electricity, technology, and automobiles fascinating (besides the Death Cabs, of course). He pointed at things Harry had grown up with, demanding to know what they were.

Their first two hours in London, Harry explained telephones, mobile phones, computers, gaming systems, traffic lights, and the internet. Harry didn't know that much about Muggle technology, having never been allowed to watch TV, play Dudley's games, or own anything worth over ten pounds. What he did know made Lucius' eyes light up. Lucius loved learning, loved knowledge, and as long as the Muggle stuff was interesting, he would listen.

Harry dragged Lucius into a McDonalds at eleven, just to see it. The man stood uncomfortably near Harry, turning away from the Muggles and plastic seats as well as the oil that seemed to hang in the air. Harry grinned from ear-to-ear, ordered two cheeseburger meals, and dragged Lucius out before he could figure out how to blow up the restaraunt with wandless magic.

Watching Lucius eat fast food was even funnier then him entering a McDonalds. They sat in a park, Lucius peeling his wrapper aside and glaring down at the burger like it had personally offended him.

Harry bit into his own, savouring the unhealthy food as he sipped his coke.

'You could, you know, eat it,' Harry suggested. Lucius wrinkled his nose. Harry leaned forward and pulled the top bun off. He'd ordered it without tomato sauce (remembering Lucius didn't like tomatoes, therefore he also disliked the sauce form) but it still had a line of mustard, onion, and-

'Pickles?' Lucius queried.

Harry grinned. 'Yup. Yummy pickles.' He'd ordered extra and the meat patty was covered with the little green pickled cucumbers. Harry pulled the two off his own cheeseburger and laid them atop. 'See? Just for you.'

Lucius smiled and kissed Harry quickly, chastly, blushing a little when he realised they were in full view of at least twenty Muggles. Harry just smiled and kissed him back before lounging on the wooden seat to eat his food.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lucius take a hesitant bite of his burger. He smirked when he saw Lucius smile in surprise and take a bigger bite.

One step at a time, Harry, the teenager told himself. You'll have him in jeans soon enough.

{oOo}

Eventually they made it into some clothing stores and Lucius had to admit he had a good time. Watching Harry try on various jeans and shirts, all of them hugging his frame, was a very good way to spend the day.

Harry bought a few pairs of dark blue denim jeans but Lucius talked him into getting some black pairs. He also told Harry green worked on him so the teenager ended up with ten shirts in various shades of green. He bought a few maroon ones too, just to rub his Gyrffindor-ness in Lucius' face.

They bought jackets, coats, trainers, underwear, and scarfs. After stepping into an alley so Harry could shrink his bags, Lucius dragged him through London, not stopping until they'd found an expensive clothing store.

Lucius had actually been there before (on the rare occasion he had to wear a Muggle suit, he only wore the best) and was greeted by the sales people with smiles and handshakes.

Harry was forced to try on expensive suits, all made of fine matieral and to the highest quality. Harry didn't mind, really, espcially when he saw Lucius sit down heavily on the plush arm chair opposite the change rooms. He smirked and made sure to show off his body as much as possible; bending, stretching, touching himself...

Lucius had to go stand in the corner forty minutes after arriving.

{oOo}

'Hey, Lucius?' Harry said as they walked back to Hogwarts, pockets filled with shrunken bags.

'Mm?' his mate murmured, swinging his and Harry's joined hands between them.

'Today and yesterday... those don't count as dates, do they?'

Lucius literally stopped and Harry stumbled. 'Why do you ask?'

'Well... just curious, is all,' Harry said with a shrug.

Lucius was quiet for a few minutes, looking Harry up and down carefully. 'Harry...' he said slowly, '... would you like to go on a date with me?'

Harry grinned but looked down shyly. 'Maybe,' he mumbled.

Lucius smiled and tugged him foward until their fronts were pressed together. 'Harry,' he repeated, 'would you like to go on a date with me?'

His tone was commanding and Harry nodded, veela jumping for joy that Lucius had asked. Though they'd kissed, and slept in the same bed, Lucius asking him on a date made Harry giddy. He felt like a thirteen-year-old, nervous and excited and scared and-

Lucius' lips pressed against his, effectively cutting off Harry's train of thought. He melted against his mate, arms rising to wrap around his neck and pull Lucius closer. Lucius let him, always enjoying Harry's little dominant streak. He led the kiss, though, tongue entering Harry's mouth and demanding that his own stroke back, flick back.

Harry lost himself in the kiss, body pressed hard against Lucius', crotch unconciously rubbing against the older wizard's thigh. It was Lucius who pulled back and Harry whined quite loudly.

'You test me, little one,' Lucius said, breathing heavy, voice thick.

Harry blinked. 'Huh?'

With a smile, Lucius pressed a quick kiss to Harry's lips and pulled him towards the castle.

{oOo}

Lucius didn't mention the date again, making Harry think it was going to be sprung on him suddenly. He didn't mind really. Just spending every day with Lucius was enough.

He kept in touch with Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and the Weasley twins. Every few days Coca would fly in and out, thrusting her leg out for Harry to unroll a piece of parchment. She was an affectionate little bird, sitting on Harry's shoulder and nipping at his ear. Cola refused to go anywhere near Harry, instead content to spend his days either sleeping in his cage, or hiding out in the spare bedroom.

Sirius' letters were always the same;

Harry, tell me if he hurts you, okay? I don't care what everyone says, Lucius Malfoy is a dangerous man! If he hurts you I swear to-

And then he'd rant on for two feet of parchment about how despicable Lucius was. Harry only allowed him because the man was his godfather, but his replies were always written with a shaky hand, and with sentences like, "Lucius is my mate", "he can't hurt me", and "SAY THAT AGAIN ABOUT MY MATE AND I'LL KICK YOUR FLEA-INFESTED ARSE TO DURMSTRANG!"

Remus Lupin was a lot more understanding, being a creature himself. Some werewolves mated, some didn't, and Remus had always felt a bit put out that he'd never have a mate. He'd loved Tonks and her death at hit him hard. But he had Teddy and Harry, as well as Andromeda Tonks and Sirius Black. His letters were always filled with kind words, cautions, and congratulations;

Harry, you're very lucky to have found someone who will love you for you, and not your hero status. You know I love you, Cub, but no one can understand exactly what you went through. Your entire life has been a battle and you deserve to be loved, faults and difficult past included.

Ignore Sirius, he's just worried, and he and Lucius never got along in school. Sirius was a troublemaker, as you know, so he bought a lot of it on himself. But Lucius loved to dish out detentions and take points; but that's a Slytherin for you.

Be safe and happy, Cub, and don't let anyone tell you who you should love. Listen to your heart. I support you, even with your heart wanting Lucius Malfoy. Hopefully the cold man we all know is actually a mask.

Harry always smiled after the werewolf's letters and wrote back while humming. The only thing Lucius didn't like was the pet name.

'Cub?' he questioned as he read Remus' letter over Harry's shoulder.

'Well, I'm like his and Sirius' cub,' Harry explained. 'Sometimes Sirius calls me Pup, 'cause he's a dog Animagus, but Cub seems to have stuck.' He shrugged then and Lucius scowled. He needed a pet name for Harry, he would not be outdone by a werewolf and dog.

Lucius didn't quite know how him calling Harry something would help... but his veela demanded it and he'd do it.

Hermione was logical, understanding, friendly, and bossy (as usual). Her letters made Harry frown, curse, smile, sigh, and laugh;

Harry, the Weasleys are insane, help me!

I'm kidding (sort of). I hope you and Lucius are getting along (I've charmed this so only you and he can read it. Ron's glaring over my shoulder, wondering why my writing is a bunch of squiggles. Fred and George keep hexing him for spying).

Harry, remember that Remus and I support you. Both Ron and Sirius will come around and I'm sure everyone else will when it finally comes out. I'm not going to lie and say it'll be easy; Lucius Malfoy has always been a cold, powerful, and dispicable man in public, but I'm sure he's not like that in private. After all, you could never be bonded to a horrible man, therefore Lucius must be kind deep down.

I hope you haven't slacked off with your studies. I know you, Harry, and you're most likely spending all your time in bed with your mate. While it's good that you're getting to know him, DON'T forget to study. You don't want to do seventh year AGAIN, do you?

Harry chuckled and leaned over for a fresh piece of parchment to write Hermione back. 'She knows me too well.'

Lucius read the letter over as Harry penned his response. 'She seems...' Lucius began, trailing off when Harry looked at him. The teenager raised an eyebrow and Lucius said, '... nice.'

'Nice?' Harry questioned.

'Yes.'

'Really?'

'What do you want me to say, Harry?' Lucius demanded. 'Do you want me to call her a Mudblood?'

'No!' Harry said, anger rising in his gut. 'She's my best friend!'

'That's why I said nice!'

'I knew it, you don't actually think she's nice!' Harry shouted. 'Are you ever going to move on and realise blood doesn't matter?'

'Blood does matter, it makes you who you are,' Lucius fumed.

Harry scowled. 'No it doesn't. Your choices make you who you are.'

'Are you saying your blood, your family, doesn't help mold you?' Lucius demanded.

'Of course it does,' Harry said, 'but it isn't as important as you pure-bloods make it out to be.'

'You pure-bloods,' Lucius echoed, a sneer on his face. 'Is that what you think of me?'

'Right now, yes!' Harry snarled. 'You're acting no better then those idiots who followed Voldemort blindly!'

'FINE!' Lucius shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing. His chair clattered back and Lucius glared at his mate. 'If that's what you truly believe, Harry...' he wet his lips, '... fine.'

He was suddenly gone, the bedroom door slamming loudly, and Harry was left staring across the dining room, wondering just how they'd gone from having a peaceful morning to shouting at each other.

Harry sighed and thumped his head on the table, chest aching and burning. He knew it was his own anger as well as Lucius'. But there was a pang of loss there.

Harry didn't know who's emotion that was.

{oOo}

It was their first real fight and it was over something as stupid as Lucius saying Hermione was nice. Once Harry calmed down, he realised that he had blown up over nothing. Lucius had called Hermione nice; he hadn't said it insultingly or smugly, like he didn't believe it true. He'd just stated it as a fact.

And what had Harry done? Berated him, shouted at him, called him a sheep, an idiot.

Harry wasn't all to blame; Lucius thought too much of blood purity. Harry was a half-blood, Lucius only just tolerated half-bloods. He hated Muggles and Muggle-borns, that was known by everyone.

But... hadn't Lucius gone to Muggle London with him? Hadn't he spent the entire day surrounded by Muggles just for Harry?

He hadn't insulted Hermione once since he'd been released from Azkaban.

The more Harry thought about it, the larger the ache in his chest got. Lucius was still in the bedroom and had been for five hours. Only pride was keeping Harry in the sitting room, the Gryffindor flicking through books and magazines and staring into space.

Finally, in the late afternoon, Harry stood and went to their shared bedroom. He knocked but didn't receive an answer. The band squeezing his heart seemed to grow tighter and Harry pushed the door open.

Lucius was on the bed, long body curled up, legs held to his chest by his arms.

'Lucius?' Harry asked, stepping into the room. His mate didn't move. 'Lucius?' he repeated. A sniff had Harry across the room, rounding the bed and looking down at the blonde.

Tears coated the man's face, his eyes red and puffy, and he squeezed them shut as Harry dropped to his knees.

'Hey, why are you crying?' Harry asked. He reached out, only for Lucius to flinch. Harry gulped, feeling more terrified then he had even when facing Voldemort. Why was Lucius crying? He was Lucius Malfoy for gods' sake!

But Harry had begun to realise that the Lucius Malfoy the public knew wasn't the same man Harry was growing to love. In private Lucius was sweet, charming, funny, loving. Draco himself had said it; his father was always affectionate at home. In public he had to keep himself distant, had to act the cold, aloof wizard. It had been expected of him; he was a Malfoy, and all Malfoys acted like that.

Abraxas Malfoy really had taught his son some twisted values.

'Lucius,' Harry said, trying to push his fear aside, 'why are you crying?'

'You... hate me,' Lucius whispered. He sounded broken, distant, like he had when Harry had saved him from the Dementor.

'I don't hate you,' Harry said.

Fresh tears fell down Lucius' cheeks. 'You were right,' he mumbled.

'About what?'

'I'm b-bad,' Lucius said, voice cracking. 'I'm a stupid pure-blood who followed a m-mad man. I put my son in danger, I nearly got him killed. And n-now I've found my m-mate and he hates m-me.' He closed his eyes again and Harry sighed. This was one of Lucius' I-don't-deserve-happiness things.

Harry hated it, absolutely hated that Lucius thought so little of himself. The once proud man seemed so much softer now and Harry knew it was a combination of the war, his own failed beliefs, as well as his bond with the Boy Saviour.

'Lucius,' Harry said softly and the Slytherin opened his eyes. 'Don't be like that. I'm sorry I shouted, I didn't mean to say that you were bad, or stupid, or anything like that.

'We all make mistakes, myself included. Just because we've done stupid things in the past, like fighting over a simple word, doesn't mean we should hate ourselves or each other. I acted like a child this morning and you did too.

'I'm sorry I insinuated that you wanted to call Hermione a Mudblood,' Harry continued. 'You've been trying hard to forget your old prejeduces, I know that. I'll try hard to forget mine too. Me thinking all pure-bloods are snobs, or were followers of Voldemort, makes me just as stupid as you.'

He paused to take a breath and reach forward. This time Lucius didn't flinch and Harry rubbed the tears away.

'I don't want you to ever think that I hate you,' Harry said. 'In the past, yes, I did; I won't deny that. But that was years ago, we're both different people now. You've given me a second chance and I want to give you one too. But you have to take it, Lucius. You have to stop thinking that you don't deserve happiness.'

'I don't.'

'Yes you do,' Harry said sternly. 'You deserve to be happy, to be loved. Draco loves you, Lucius, and I'm sure Narcissa does too in her own way.' He bit his lip before saying, very softly, 'Lucius, I'm falling in love with you.'

Lucius stared at him. 'What?'

'Remember when I said I could see myself falling in love with you?' The other wizard nodded. 'I'm well on my way,' Harry admitted. 'I can feel it in my heart.'

Lucius was silent, staring at Harry, eyes searching. Harry felt a tug at his chest, like someone was pulling on his heart, and realised it was Lucius. Harry stood and climbed onto the bed, crawling along the mattress. Lucius rolled over and wrapped his arms around the teenager, breathing deeply and squeezing tightly.

They stayed that way for about an hour, re-familiarising themselves with each other's scent, each other's heat and body, trying to push away the five hours spent alone when they should have been together.

Finally Harry said, 'I care about you too much to hate you, Lucius, always remember that.'

'I'm sorry,' Lucius whispered a few minutes later.

'I'm sorry too,' Harry said.

'Can we please not fight about stupid things?'

Harry nodded. 'M'kay. We'll only fight about really, really important things.'

Lucius was silent for a minute before saying, 'Like who gets the bathroom first thing in the morning.'

'Exactly,' Harry said.

Lucius smiled and pressed a kiss to the Gryffindor's forehead. Harry hummed happily.
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