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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:
Harry meet's Lucius' son for the first time.
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“Who the hell are you?” A loud, confused voice sounded throughout the room, startling Harry.

The boy in question nervously glanced over the top of his quidditch magazine. He saw a blonde boy roughly his age standing in the drawing room doorway, staring at him.

“I’m H-Harry.” He stuttered softly from the couch he was perched on. “And I th-think… you’re D-Draco.”

Grey eyes narrowed at Harry. “What are you doing here?” He asked more calmly than his earlier outburst.

“I-I live here.” Harry replied.

Draco was as confused as ever. “What do you mean you live here?”

Harry sighed, already tired of getting the third degree. He replied sardonically, “Th-this is my h-home.”

Draco rolled his eyes so hard his entire head moved with the action. “Obviously, but in what capacity? Are you a servant? If so, you need to go collect my trunk from the entrance hall and take it to my room.” He said without pausing to give the other boy a chance to answer.

“I’m n-not a serv-vant.” The dark-haired boy stuttered from behind his magazine.

“Can you just explain yourself so I can stop asking stupid fucking questions?” Draco finally asked with an exasperated sigh.

At last, Harry dropped the magazine into his lap, revealing his collar and Pet status.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Draco sputtered. “You… you’re a… DAD!”

Harry ignored the other teen in favor of going back to his article. “Whatever.” He mumbled to himself.

A moment later, Lucius stepped into the room “Draco, what are you doing home already? You’re not supposed to be here until this evening.” The blonde man said.

“I apparated from Hogsmeade Station. I didn’t feel like riding the bloody train for nine hours.” He quickly explained. “But it’s not me we need to discuss. What is this?” He gestured to the boy sitting on the couch.

Lucius exhaled sharply. “I had hoped to intercept you at King’s Cross so I could discuss this with you like reasonable adults. But if you prefer to act like a child, I can treat you like one.” He firmly stated.

“Reasonable? You bought a sex slave. How did you expect me to react to this… this whore?” The blonde boy questioned as he motioned to Harry again.

Lucius rightly smacked his son in the back of the head. “Apologize. Now.”

“It’s okay, m-master.” Harry piped up, not particularly caring in the least what Draco thought of him.

“It’s not okay, Pet.” The man said to the boy before turning his attention back to his son. “I said, apologize.” He raised his hand again and Draco flinched a little.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Geez.”

“Harry is a person.” Lucius began. “He deserves at least a modicum of respect and you will treat him as such. Otherwise, you’ll be the one calling him ‘sir’. Do I make myself clear?”

Draco crossed his arms petulantly. “Yes.”

“Good. Now get along or leave Harry alone. I have work to do and I don’t plan on spending the holidays constantly separating you two.” Lucius said severely.

“Yeah, fine.” Draco whined as he thrust his hands into his pockets.

Lucius gave his son one long, last scathing look before leaving the drawing room and returning to his study.

Once they heard the telltale click of Lucius’ study door shutting, Draco muttered, “Stupid slut,” just loudly enough for Harry to hear. He then turned to leave the room.

The dark-haired boy blew a raspberry at the blonde’s retreating back. This earned him the finger in response.

“Yeah, fuck you, too.” Harry mumbled as he turned the page in his magazine.

Sometime later, Harry had finished his magazine and found himself wandering into his master’s study.

“I’m bored.” He whined as he dropped into a seat opposite Lucius.

Lucius glanced up from the document he was reading. “I can’t help you right now, Pet.”

Harry sighed melodramatically, slouching in his chair. “Can’t you t-take a break?” He asked.

“Not now.”

“Please, j-just five m-minutes?” The boy begged.

The blonde man removed his reading glasses and dropped them on top of his paperwork. He certainly wasn’t going to get anywhere like this.

“Five minutes.” He finally agreed and pushed away from his desk. “Come here.”

Harry looked up from his knees and smiled brightly. He quickly jumped up from his chair and hopped onto his master’s lap, sitting sideways.

Lucius wrapped his arms around the lithe boy and clasped his hands together, resting them against his slim hip.

Meanwhile, Harry snuggled pleasurably against the chest before him.

“I like it w-when we’re like th-this.” He muttered into the cashmere beneath him.

Tightening his hold slightly, Lucius said, “I enjoy this time as well.”

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes before they were rudely interrupted.

“Dad, I- fucking hell! You could at least shut the door!” Draco shrieked as he entered the open doorway.

Lucius released Harry and the boy got up. “Nothing is happening, Draco. Stop being such a drama queen.” The man said as he rubbed his brow. “What did you want?”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t remember now.” He sulked.

“Then kindly leave me be for the next couple of hours.” Lucius pleaded. “Why don’t you take Harry here out to the quidditch pitch? You might find you have something in common.” He suggested.

“I’m not a babysitter.” Draco retorted. “How old are you, anyway, twelve?”

“I d-don’t need a babysit-ter.” Harry snapped back. “And I-I’m seventeen, same as y-you.”

Draco snorted derisively.

“Both of you, knock it off.” Lucius ordered. Both boys fell silent. “I want you both to put on cloaks, get your brooms, and play some quidditch together. And I don’t care how long it takes; don’t come back in until you can be civil to one another.” He enunciated each word with care.

“Fine.”

“Yes, m-master.”

The two boys stalked down the hall to the front closet together. Draco, having a longer stride, reached the door first and pulled out his own cloak. Harry followed suit, pulling out the cloak he’d been using since he’d moved in.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Draco exclaimed when he saw what Harry was putting on.

“D-does it f-fit you?” Harry asked as he secured the fasteners.

“No.”

“Are y-you ever going t-to wear it ag-gain?” He followed up with.

“No.”

“Then who bloody c-cares.” Harry stated as they started back the other way.

Draco rolled his eyes but remained silent.

“I need to get my broom from upstairs.” Draco said as they reached the end of the hall.

Harry continued on toward the sunroom. “I-I’m not w-waiting for y-you.”

“Tch, whatever.” The blonde teen muttered as he headed up the stairs.

Harry stepped outside and was blinded by the sun reflecting off the few inches of snow that covered the ground. He trudged his way through the garden out to the quidditch pitch where he retrieved his Firebolt and snitch from the storage shed.

A few minutes passed, and the young Pet started to wonder if Draco was even going to show up. He might have just decided to let Harry stand out in the cold on his own.

Finally, a pair of muffled footsteps was heard approaching and the blonde appeared from between the hedges, shouldering his sleek, black Nimbus 2001.

“What did you want to do first, Pet?” Draco asked, purposely putting importance on the final word to emphasize his own higher status.

Harry held up his snitch. “I-I thought we’d ch-chase this.”

The older teen mounted his broom. “Fine. But I’m not going easy... on… Is that a Firebolt!?” He asked incredulously.

“Yeah, w-why?”

“My father bought you a Firebolt, but he won’t buy one for his own son?” He questioned, his anger rising.

Harry mounted his own broom and released the snitch. “He s-said you don’t d-deserve one.” With that, he took off after the fluttery, gilded ball.

~!~

An hour and a half later, Lucius was disturbed once more by the sounds of angry shouting.

“Son of a…” He rose from his desk and exited his study, making his way toward the yelling.

Lucius found the boys in the sunroom, screaming in each other’s faces. Harry was holding the edge of his cloak to nose and the man could see blood dripping from his chin. He immediately stepped between the two and pushed them apart.

“What is going on?” He turned to Draco. “Why is my Pet bleeding?”

“He called me a bitch!” The blonde teen seethed.

Lucius heaved an exasperated sigh. “So you hit him?”

“Yes.”

“Harry, why did you call him a bitch?” He asked the other boy.

“He c-called me a s-skank!” Harry spat through his bloody nose. “Just b-because I beat him four out of s-six games.”
Lucius frowned at both teens. “First, you’re both grounded until Christmas.” He began.

“What!? No, I’m supposed to hang out with Blaise and Theo tomorrow!” Draco objected.

“You should have thought about that when I told you to get along.” Lucius stated matter-of-factly. “Now, go to your room. I don’t want to see you again until dinner.” He ordered.

“But-” Draco started, but the glare his father leveled at him was enough to stop him midsentence. “Fine.” He muttered and stomped out of the room.

“Come here, Pet.” Lucius said much more softly. “Let me see.”

Harry lowered his cloak, revealing a bloody and bruised nose.

Lucius pulled out his wand and quickly cast episkey to heal the wound, followed by scourgify to get rid of the blood.

“Much better.” The blonde man said with a small smile. “However, Pet, you understand I have to punish you properly, right?”

Harry hung his head and nodded. The day Lucius bought him, he’d promised he’d try his best to get along with Draco and he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping that promise.

“I want you to go upstairs to my bathroom and get my brush. I’ll be in my study.” He said as he pet Harry affectionately on the head.

“Yes, m-master.” Harry stammered and did as he was told.

A few minutes later, Harry walked into his master’s study with the aforementioned object in hand.

“Close the door.” Lucius instructed. He wanted to make sure Draco couldn’t hear this. He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Bend over the desk and pull your robe up above your bottom.” He ordered once the door was shut.

Harry handed over the silver-handled hair brush before silently doing as he was commanded.

“You get five strikes. I want you to count them out.” Lucius demanded. He rested the cool metal against Harry’s flesh for a moment before lifting the brush and bringing it down hard on the boy’s right butt cheek.

“O-one.”

There was a brief pause before smack on his left cheek.

“T-two.”

Smack!

“Th-three.”

Smack! Smack!

“F-four. F-five.”

After the last stroke fell, Harry waited for the stinging to lessen to a dull ache before standing up right and letting his robe fall back to his ankles. He blinked up at his master, holding back a few unshed tears. This was the first time Lucius had had to punish him

“You took that very well, Pet.” Lucius praised and guided Harry into a loose hug. He couldn’t be overly affectionate right now, as the boy was grounded. “Go to your room and rest. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Harry wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve and said, “Yes, L-Lucius.”

~!~

Christmas morning arrived and Harry awoke happier than he’d been in days. Lucius had been terribly distance with him during his grounding and he was ready for it to stop.

The dark-haired boy hopped out of his bed and padded down the hallway to his master’s room. He knocked on the door and peeked inside when he received no answer. It was still early, so it came as no surprise that Lucius was still asleep.

Harry entered the room and quietly shut the door behind him before climbing into the large bed and making himself comfortable under the covers.

Sometime later, Harry found himself being gently shaken awake by his blonde master.

“Merry Christmas, Pet.” Lucius said fondly and pressed a sweet kiss to the boy’s cheek.

Harry beamed up at him. “Merry Christmas, Lucius.” He reiterated.

“I have a gift for you, Harry.” Lucius said as he sat up all the way.

“Already?” He jerked up right as he spoke.

Lucius chuckled. “I’m surprised you missed it when you snuck in here this morning.” He gestured to the corner behind him.

Harry leaned around his master to see to see a large, red, oval cushion covered in many pillows and blankets sitting on the floor in the corner. He cocked his head to the side. “I d-don’t get it.”

“From now on, if you wish to sleep in my room, you will sleep there.” The man explained.

“Oh.” Harry replied forlornly, wondering what he’d done wrong.

Lucius lifted the boy’s chin. “Don’t get me wrong, Pet, I enjoy you being in my bed. Too much, in fact. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to keep my hands to myself.” He calmly explained.

“Oh.” Harry repeated.

“You’ll get used it. And besides, it’s only temporary.” Lucius said, hoping to perk his Pet back up. The corner of Harry’s lip twitched upward before faltering once more. “Come on, it’s time to get ready for the day.”

After an uneventful, but tense, breakfast, Lucius, Draco, and Harry congregated in the drawing room to open each other’s gifts. Only four presents were placed beneath the tree, one for Harry and Draco each, and two for Lucius.

The Malfoy patriarch passed out the gifts and signaled the okay to open them.

Draco was the first to open his present, tearing the paper off greedily. Beneath the shiny paper was a broomstick servicing kit. “Nice.” The teen proclaimed. “Thanks, dad.”

Harry excitedly opened his own gift. He was a little shocked to find the same thing Draco had received, though happy nonetheless.

“You got us the same thing!?” Draco exclaimed before Harry could voice his thanks.

“If you don’t like it, I can always return it.” Lucius said as he reached for Draco’s kit.

The blonde boy grabbed the case and held it to his chest. “I want it.” He stated.

“Then be thankful I got you anything at all after the way you’ve been acting this week.” Lucius said with a disapproving look at his son.

“Open m-my present, master.” Harry insisted, attempting to ease the tension.

Lucius smiled at his Pet and picked up his gift from the boy. It was small, maybe a two inch cube. He pulled off the paper to expose a velvet box. Then he flipped the box open to reveal a set of emerald cuff links set in platinum.

“Thank you, Pet.” Lucius said with a beaming smile. “They’re lovely.”

The blonde man then turned his attention to his other gift, a rounded rectangular package. He removed the paper and smiled. It was a silver, dragon hide glasses case.

“Thank you, Draco. I needed a new one of these.” Lucius stated sincerely.

“No problem.” Draco replied, then added, “And dad… I really do like the kit.”

Lucius gave his son a strained smile. “I know, son. I know.”

Draco stood from his seat and stretched. “Well, if that’s all, I’m going to go see mum.” He said and walked out of the room.

Lucius looked down at Harry, who was seated on the floor, and asked, “What would you like to do today, Pet?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” Harry replied cheekily.

“How about a hot bath?” Lucius suggested.

Harry nodded. “That sounds better.”
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