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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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author's Note: Again, sorry for all spelling mistakes, hopefully I eventually get MS Word again and don't throw my notebook across the room trying to fix everything. Also, yes, there are a lot of cliche's in this story and a lot of character bashing. Remember that it's my first Harry/Lucius story so I apologise for all the crappiness.

{Dream&Differ}

{oOo}

Dear Harry,

We honestly miss you, and we hope we've done nothing to offend you. I know you need some time alone, especially after the war, and I'd never want to impose or force you into anything you don't want. But we are your family, dear, and we'd like to see you at least once before the school term starts again.

Arthur misses you, he keeps pestering me to allow him to send letters to you asking about Muggle contraptions. Honestly, that husband of mine.

Bill and Fleur say hello, they're staying with us for a while. Honestly, that boy and his rare steaks. Thank Merlin for Remus, I don't know what to do with a part-werewolf son.

The twins are, as usual, up to their usual shinanigans. I tell you, dear, if I didn't love those boys I'd slap them six ways to Australia.

Ron and Hermione seem to be in some sort of fight; Ron is always moping about and Hermione just tuts at him. I really thought those two would be together after the war but it seems Ron is yet to make a move.

Ginny won't stop asking about you, like everyone else, she misses you, Harry. Perhaps you could take the time to write her specifically? You know how she's always been fond of you.

Please Harry, do visit soon, even if it's only for lunch. I just want to know that you're okay.

Love,

Mrs Weasley

& the Weasley clan

Dear Mrs Weasley (and the Weasley clan),

I'm sorry I haven't been over to visit, I've just been really busy getting my life together. Sirius and Remus have been helping... well, Sirius has been pestering me to return to Grimmaul Place. I refuse until he and Remus get it cleaned up.

Don't worry, I'm taking care of myself. Dobby's always around to make sure I eat, I have long talks with Albus, and Severus and I are still at each other's necks. You know Slytherins, always have to have the last word.

Tell Mr Weasley he can send as many letters as he wants, I'd be happy to talk all about Muggle stuff. But maybe he should ask for permission to talk to Hermione's parents? They know more, obviously, they live in the Muggle world.

Bill's only part werewolf, remember, so at least he only likes steaks and has better eyesight/hearing. He doesn't have to go through the painfull transformations Remus does; he's lucky. Tell Fleur I said hello, I've always enjoyed talking to her and she was sweet when we stayed at Shell Cottage.

The twins are manic, yes, but thank Merlin they're on our side. Imagine if they disliked us and pranked us all the time? They're bad enough now!

You know Ron and Hermione. Even if they got married they'd be at each other's necks, there's just so much history there. They love each other deep down and will get over it eventually. I'll have a talk with them if you want, Hermione will be open to reason, Ron... well, you know Ron.

I'm sorry I haven't spoken to Ginny much, I've just been busy. I've recieved a few owls from her but I've been so busy getting my afairs in order. I'll apologise in person and try to write more often.

I really do want to visit and I'm free this week. Try and get everyone together, I'd hate to miss seeing someone. Just let me know.

Again, I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, but you know I love you guys.

Regards,

Harry

Harry,

Friday is good, come around midday for lunch. I don't trust the Hogwarts elves to be feeding you properly. You're much to thin, young man. More time eating, less time playing Quidditch.

Love,

Molly

Mrs Weasley,

I'll be there at 12 and I haven't had a chance to fly my broom yet. Good idea though, thanks for that.

Harry

'I don't want you to go.'

'Yes, you've said that... oh, about forty times.'

'What am I supposed to do while you're gone?'

'Read with Albus, play chess?'

'... My chess set was destroyed by the Death Eaters.'

'I'll buy you a new one.'

'Really?'

'All shiny, it'll catch your attention. I know how pretty people like shiny things.'

'Not funny, Harry.'

Lucius was pouting now and Harry grinned as he pulled a green shirt on. He had more green clothes then he knew what to do with, but it was worth it to see the lust in Lucius' eyes, the way they travelled down his chest, his stomach.

Harry did the buttons up and heard Lucius sigh as his skin was hidden. Smiling, Harry did the cuffs up and turned. 'Lucius, I'll be back mid-afternoon.'

'That's too long,' Lucius pouted before pausing to look Harry up and down. 'Aren't you going to tuck your shirt in?'

The Gryffindor was wearing a new pair of black jeans, his scruffy old trainers, and an emereld green button-up shirt that highlighted his eyes. He didn't usually dress this nicely but he had to admit it made him look older. The fitted clothes and semi-formal clothes really suited him.

'No, I'm not,' Harry said. 'I might be open to wearing nicer clothing but I'm not going to go all out.'

Lucius was pouting again and Harry smiled. He crossed the room and stood before his mate, who was sitting on their bed.

'Lucius, I'll be no later then five, okay? We'll have dinner together, I'll be back to cuddle with you while we read. It's only a few hours.'

'I'll miss you,' Lucius admitted, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. He'd never felt so strongly about anyone in his life. Of course he'd missed Draco when his kit started school but it wasn't the same.

'And I'll miss you,' Harry said, stepping closer until he was between Lucius' legs. He draped his arms over the Slytherin's shoulders and leaned down. 'You know how much I care about you.'

Lucius closed the distance and kissed his mate passionately, making Harry groan and lean heavily against him. Lucius' lips were warm and wet and tasted of pickles (those bloody pickles) but Harry didn't care. Like Lucius had said, they were refreshing and sour, he was definitely going to convert Harry.

The blonde's arms slowly came up to snake around Harry's waist and suddenly he was being pulled down. Lucius fell back to lie on the bed, Harry atop him, and the teenager gasped.

'Lucius, I have to go soon.'

Lucius huffed before capturing Harry's lips again.

Harry lost himself to the gesture; to the sweet taste of Lucius' lips, to the way they pressed against his own. He could feel Lucius' hands running up and down the cotton of his shirt, always straying to his demin-clad arse but never going all the way. Lucius was hot and hard beneath him, crotch in line with Harry's and sending a little thrill through the Gryffindor's body every time they moved.

Lucius' lips moved to Harry's jaw, teeth appearing to nibble on the expanse of skin. Harry gasped as Lucius' tongue trailed right to his ear before the lobe was sucked into that hot cavern he'd fallen in love with.

Lucius sucked and nipped the lobe until it was bright red and covered in saliva. Satisfied with the groans Harry was making, the teen's mouth hanging open, the Slytherin moved down to suck back on his neck.

Not a day went past that Harry didn't have some type of hicky on his neck. Lucius loved marking him, loved showing the world that Harry was a taken man. Usually the love bites were small and red, situated all over the right side of Harry's neck. But there was one spot, just below his collar on the left, that Lucius liked to mark hard.

Every time they were making out properly (for Harry, properly was a good hour laying beneath Lucius, arms pinned above his head and crotch pushing up), Lucius would sink his perfect teeth into the juncture where the teenager's neck met his shoulder. Harry would hiss and arch up before Lucius growled. His veela subdued, Harry would be little more then a lump as Lucius dominated him, sucking back and marking him as his own.

The hicky was always large and dark purple, teeth marks sunken into it to show that it wasn't an ordinary bruise. Harry was getting used to seeing the hicky there. Whenever it started to face, started to turn a light green or yellow, Lucius would suck it back to it's original purple colour. It was becoming as familiar to Harry as his lightning bolt scar.

It was that very spot that Lucius latched onto now, sucking back, teeth sinking in, and tongue licking at the bruised skin. Harry gasped out loud and went still, his submissive streak seeming to be connected to that one spot.

Lucius drew back only long enough to say, 'Move, Harry.'

Harry complied, Lucius' order shooting straight through his body. He bent his head so Lucius would bite him again, and the Slytherin complied, mouth immediately going back to the mark.

Harry was lost in a sea of arousal, of need, of lust. He started moving as Lucius had ordered, pushing his crotch forward to rut against Lucius'. He was close to losing control, to begging Lucius to fuck him hard, but a small part still reminded Harry that he wasn't ready, that he didn't want to go all the way yet.

When Lucius pulled back to press kisses to Harry's mark, the teenager gasped. 'Lucius, we have to stop.'

Lucius didn't listen, instead thrusting his hands down Harry's tight jeans. Harry groaned loudly as his arse was squeezed, Lucius' nails digging into his flesh. Suddenly Lucius had rolled them, hands still down Harry's trousers. He settled atop the teeth and captured his lips, kissing Harry with more passion then Harry had ever felt before.

Lucius had been holding out. Now, though, now he kissed Harry like a dying man, like he'd never get to again. Harry grunted against his mouth, lips feeling swollen and bruised as they made out. Lucius lifted Harry's arse off the bed and thrust their crotches together, the teenager letting out a strangled gasp as pleasure shot through his groin.

'Again,' he gasped.

Lucius did and Harry groaned. He wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist, heat crashing through his body and threatening to throw everything away. It didn't help that he could feel Lucius' own passion too. The band wrapped around his heart was throbbing painfully, squeezing the life out of Harry while sending bolts of pleasure through his chest. He could feel how much Lucius cared about him, how much he turned the Slytherin on. It was enough to make Harry throw his fears out the window, drag Lucius down by the hair, and snog the crap out of him.

They were rutting against each other quickly, Lucius' hands still down Harry's jeans and squeezing. It just added to the thrill they both felt; Harry had never felt this turned on, his entire body thrummed with magic, sparks shooting through his mind and drowning everything else out. Lucius groaned above him, eyes squeezed shut as he crushed their crotches together and sucked Harry's tongue into his mouth.

Though Harry and Lucius both wanted to draw this out, wanting to experience this for the next week or year or possibly century, both couldn't bear it any more. Lucius' fingers slipped between Harry's cheeks to rub the teenager's entrance and, with one last kiss and thrust, Harry was coming loudly, shouting Lucius' name and leaking into his jeans.

The feel of Harry writhing beneath him, shouting his name, and the musky scent of sex and Harry's release in the air, pushed Lucius over the edge. He groaned Harry's name, biting down hard on the Gryffindor's neck as he did. He sucked and licked, Harry grunting beneath him and panting heavily.

Once marked again, Lucius drew back to look down at his mate. The younger wizard was breathing heavily, eyes still dark with arousal, but glazy from his release. He smiled warmly, stupidly, and Lucius grinned back.

Harry leaned up and kissed the blonde softly, lips puffy and sore, and Lucius kissed back.

'Mm, that was... nice,' Harry mumbled.

Lucius smiled. 'I'd hope so.'

'I'm still going to the Weasleys.'

Lucius cursed and Harry chuckled.

{oOo}

Harry didn't bother using a glamour to cover the various hickies Lucius had left on his skin. He figured it would be easier to break the news to the Weasleys over time; he'd start by saying he was seeing someone, then someone older, followed by a man, and then finally he'd tell them about Lucius and the veela bond.

The teen had to change his underwear, thankfully his jeans were clean, and used Dumbledore's floo to get to the Weasleys. Dumbledore had smiled at him, like he knew exactly what Harry had been doing (which he probably did, that man knew everything).

Lucius gave him one last passionate tongue-wrestle before he pushed Harry away, eyes sad and emotions mixed between longong, lust, anger, and jealousy. Harry knew Lucius was angry because he was leaving him for a few hours. He was jealous because Harry considered the Weasleys family. He wanted Harry back, that was the longing, and the lust... well, Lucius was always a bit lustfull.

Harry stepped into the fireplace and threw the powder down, shouting, 'The Burrow!' With one last look at Lucius, he disappeared in a swirl of green flames.

{oOo}

As soon as Harry was out of view, Lucius sighed.

'He'll be back soon,' Dumbledore said from behind his desk.

Lucius pushed the Malfoy mask back on and sneered at the old man. 'He can take as long as he wants.'

Dumbledore chuckled. 'Lucius, you may be able to fool the wizarding population, but not me.'

The Slytherin scowled. 'I don't know what you mean.'

With a smile, Dumbledore stood and went to the other side of his office. 'Would you join me in a game of chess and a glass of brandy? Perhaps we can invite Severus.'

Lucius wanted to go back to his own quarters and read, or listen to music, or maybe fantasise about his little mate naked. With a sigh, he nodded and followed Dumbledore to the man's sitting room.

{oOo}

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and would have fallen flat on his face if not for Fred and George Weasley. The twins easily caught him and pulled him into a hug. Fred kissed both cheeks and shouted how marvellously good looking Harry looked and George was busy patting him down very thoroughly.

'Well what's this?' George suddenly exclaimed. He moved closer and touched Harry's neck, pushing his collar aside to look at the various hickies on Harry's neck.

'My, my, our little Harry has a lover,' Fred said.

'Of all the horrible things to happen!' George shouted.

'Our Harry has abandonned us!' Fred joined in.

'He's broken out hearts-' That was George.

'-he's cleaved them in twain-' Fred.

'-whatever that means-'

'-how can we live-'

'-when Harry-'

'-our Harry-' Fred said with a smirk.

'-has gone and left us for someone else?' George finished.

'WHY WON'T YOU LOVE US?' the twins shouted, loud enough to have their two owls in the corner, Jackson and Fineas, hooting in indignation.

'Forge!' Bill snapped, coming down the stairs. 'Enough.'

'Oi,' they both exclaimed, 'we're two different people.' They looked at each other. 'That's what I said!' they shouted and grinned.

Bill rolled his eyes and approached Harry.

'Hi Bill,' Harry smiled and shook his hand. 'Thanks for the save.'

'Not a problem, little brother,' Bill smiled.

Harry had always liked Bill. He was mature, a no-nonsense kind of guy, who thought things through and was always willing to listen to both sides of the argument. Harry knew he wouldn't have a problem with Bill when the world found out about him and Lucius.

Bill's eyes fell to the hickies and he smiled. Harry blushed and it didn't go away when the other Weasleys, Hermione, and Fleur all entered.

Mrs Weasley and Hermione were the first to hug him, the Weasley matriarch fussing over his too skinny frame and his hair. Hermione saw the hickies and grinned knowingly, forcing Harry to cough and look down. Fleur kissed him on both cheeks and, like everyone else, looked at his hickies.

She gasped and reached out, moving his collar aside to look at the purple Mark Lucius always left. All the blood drained from Harry's face. Fleur was part veela, she knew all about their customs...

She'd know Harry was bonded to a veela.

He looked up at her with panicked eyes and Hermione, sensing her best friend's fear, put everything together and dragged Fleur away. As Ginny threw her arms around Harry, pressing her boobs into his chest, Harry saw Hermione whispering quickly to Fleur. The part veela grinned and nodded, giving Harry a look that clearly said, "Your secret's safe with me."

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief that had Ginny raising her eyebrows when she pulled back. 'Erm... just glad to see you all,' he smiled.

Arthur Weasley arrived home a few minutes later and they all went into the kitchen to eat. Molly heaped food onto his plate, making sure he had twice as much as everyone else. She sat Harry next to Ron, who had barely acknowledged Harry's existance. The youngest Weasley boy looked at the marks on Harry's neck and wrinkled his nose.

Harry scowled but tried to keep his anger in check. It wouldn't do well to blow up at Ron over the red-head's narrow mindedness.

Ginny was opposite Harry and she scowled at Hermione. The youngest Weasley had tried to sit next to Harry, had been touching him since he had arrived ten minutes earlier, and Hermione knew Harry hated it. Not only was the poor boy gay, but he was seeing someone. She also knew that Lucius would flip out as soon as he smelled Ginny all over his mate.

So, to save Ginny's life, and Harry some embarrassment, the Muggle-born had rushed to sit beside her best friend.

That didn't stop Ginny, though, who fluttered her eye lids and made pouty faces with her lips. She'd always assumed she and Harry would marry, ever since Harry's first trip to Hogwarts. It didn't help that Molly kept trying to set them back up.

Harry had broken up with Ginny in June, stating that they weren't meant for each other. This was when Harry was starting to feel his veela develop, when he was starting to feel that something was wrong, that someone was missing.

Ginny felt that he just needed time, that if she kept flirting he'd come around.

Harry had half a cheese and tomato toastie crammed into his mouth (he didn't eat tomatoes much, what with Lucius refusing to kiss him if he had) when Ginny spotted the hickies.

She shrieked loudly, deafening Fred and George, who were sitting either side of her.

'Easy, sis,' Fred complained.

'My ear!' George shouted.

'Hurts,' Fred moaned.

'At least you've got two,' George pouted.

'You only lost the outside, idiot,' Fred said.

'Who you calling idiot?' George demanded.

'What are those!' Ginny shouted, cutting off Fred's remark. The twins scowled at her, like she'd interupted a very important conversation.

'Afoo,' Harry mumbled around his food, making Hermione tut at him and Ron lean away. He tried to chew and swallow quickly before Ginny could say anything else-

'Are those hickeys?' Ginny practically screamed. This time Fred and George got their hands over their ears and poked their tongues out at her.

'Hickeys?' Molly demanded, rounding on Harry from where she'd been slipping more food onto Bill's plate. She was across the room and dragged Harry's collar down before the teenager could move.

He huffed in annoyance as Molly inspected the marks.

'Harry, dear,' she said slowly, 'is there something you want to tell us?'

Harry finally managed to swallow his food and took a big drink of his pumpkin juice. After clearing his throat, and getting a sympathetic look from both Hermione and Fleur, Harry said, 'Yes, I'm seeing someone.'

Ginny's face paled, making her hair look even redder. She gaped like a fish, trying to say something and failing.

'How long?' Molly asked.

'Um...' Harry didn't want to say the truth; he'd only been seeing Lucius two and a bit weeks. Molly would instantly dismiss it as a small fling, nothing serious, and try to get him back together with Ginny. But he could lie a bit. 'Since early July,' Harry lied.

Ron snorted and Hermione threw a glare at him. Ginny's face darkened. 'Did you break up with me because you were seeing someone else?' she demanded.

Everyone was looking at him now, wondering if that were true. Harry shook his head quickly. 'No, Ginny, I met this person after... well, I already knew them, but I only just started dating them after we broke up. Honestly, I did it because we weren't working.'

Ginny scowled. 'Who?' she demanded.

Harry hesitated. 'Um...'

'Who, Harry?' the witch asked.

'I'd rather not say,' Harry mumbled.

'Why?' Molly said.

'It's new, alright?' Harry said. 'But we care about each other, it's serious, I can't ever see myself breaking up with him-' He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes going wide as he realised his slip-up.

Ginny's mouth had fallen open again and Arthur dropped the paper he was reading. Molly had to grab the table for support and Ron choked on his drink. Fred and George were nodding knowingly, Hermione and Fleur smiling, and Bill looking at him curiously.

'Him?' Ginny said. 'What do you mean him?'

Well, he'd already stuffed up. Why deny it?

'I'm seeing a man,' Harry said. 'I'm... I'm gay.'

He wasn't sure if it was true, didn't know if he'd ever be attracted to women if he wasn't bonded to Lucius. But the more Harry thought about it, the more he realised that the universe had chosen this for him; had chosen to bond him to a man. So, obviously, Harry was gay. He was attracted to Lucius, to the very male parts he had, so...

'I'm gay,' he repeated.

'WHAT?!' Ginny screamed. 'NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU BELONG WITH ME!'

Harry sighed. 'Gin, I love you, you know that. But you're like a sister to me, just like Hermione, and even Fleur. I'm not attracted to women, I... I like men.'

'Since when?' Ginny asked.

Harry frowned. 'Um... well, since I was born. I didn't suddenly turn gay, I was born like this.'

Ginny was shaking her head even as the twins got involved.

'We knew it,' Fred nodded.

'Of course,' George added.

'Our little Harry-'

'-always staring at us in the Quidditch dressing rooms-'

'I was not!' Harry exclaimed.

'-he can deny it-' Fred said, ignoring Harry completely.

'-but we know he had a crush on us,' George said.

'And even though we love him-'

'-and think he's gorgeous-'

'-we're not into glass wearing gits,' the finished together.

Harry was bright red and Bill rolled his eyes at the twins.

'Leave 'im alone,' Fleur said. 'It izz 'ard realizzing you like zee same sex.'

'Harry didn't choose to be gay,' Hermione added, 'he is, end of story. If he wants to date men, I support him. I also support whoever he is; Harry can tell us who he's dating when he's ready.'

Harry threw her a thankfull look as Arthur cleared his throat.

'Yes, well, of course,' Arthur nodded. 'We love you for who you are, my boy.'

Molly looked shaken but nodded. 'Harry,' she said in a soft voice, 'of course, we love you.'

Harry looked at her greatfully before glancing at Ginny.

The witch just shook her head and stared at her plate, making the other Gryffindor sigh. It looked like she wasn't going to accept that Harry wasn't in love with her. He'd told her, broken up with her, declared that he only liked men. What more could he do?

Everyone went back to their lunches, trying to ignore the awkward silence that had descended. Harry focused on his plate, knowing that everyone was looking at him.

Trying to get lunch back to friendly ground, Molly asked, 'So what have you been doing with your time?'

Harry swallowed his mouthful and said, 'Just relaxing, you know, and studying of course.' When no one made to interupt, he continued. 'I went shopping and bought all my new books as well as some others.' Hermione looked immensley proud of that fact. 'I've been reading a lot and playing chess. Albus and Severus are good company, even if the sneaky Slytherin cheats at every game we play.'

'That's Slytherins for you,' Ginny snorted, bitterness over Harry's news still evident in her voice. 'Bad, the lot of them.'

Molly tutted at her daughter, Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry scowled. 'Not all slytherins are bad,' he said. 'Severus is a brave man, a good man. Draco too isn't all that bad, he just needed a kick up the arse.' He pursed his lips. 'And let's not forget that the Sorting Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin.'

Ginny smiled sickeningly sweetly at him and it made Harry's stomach turn. 'Yeah, but you're not a snake, you're a lion.'

'I could have been a snake.'

'But you're not.'

Harry scowled. He didn't know why he felt the need to defend Slytherin. While it was true that most were bastards, not all of them were bad. Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history, had been a Slytherin.

He guessed it had to do with Lucius and Draco being Slytherins; he had the overwhelming urge to protect the honour of his mate's house.

'They're not all bad,' Harry tried again. 'I've spoken to Blaise Zabini, and Theo Nott, neither of which particpiated in the war. Theo's dad was a Death Eater, and so was Blaise's, but neither fought for Voldemort's side.'

'They didn't fight for ours either,' Ginny said.

'So what? There's nothing wrong with wanting to hide,' Harry said. 'Not everyone's made out to be a warrior, Ginny, and I can't berate them for choosing to hide their families.'

'Slimey gits,' Ginny continued anyway, 'they have no spines. Just like them Malfoys.'

Ginny didn't notice that Harry's hands were shaking, the attack on his mate shooting straight to his veela and making it snarl.

'They were perfectly happy to support You-Know-Who while he was in power but they ran as soon as they could. I'm glad Malfoy Senior's in Azkaban, he deserves the kiss.'

Two windows shattered and Ginny's plate slammed into her face, sending the girl tumbling back spluttering, gravy sliding down her face. Only Ron and Hermione knew that it had been Harry. Ron glared at the other Gryffindor and Hermione dragged Harry to his feet.

'We just have to see something,' she said and pulled Harry out. Once alone, she rounded on him. 'Control yourself!'

'I'm sorry,' Harry said, shaking his head and trying to push his magic down. 'But she was badmouthing Lucius, what was I supposed to do?'

'Oh, well obviously fly off the handle and blast everyone aside,' Hermione tutted. 'Control yourself, Veela-Boy.'

'Veela-Boy?' Harry squawked.

Hermione just smiled and tugged him back into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley had cleaned up and Ginny was sitting pouting at the table, trying to figure out what had happened. Ron glared at Harry but the dark-haired teen ignored him.

'Harry, what do you know about Lucius Malfoy?' Arthur asked suddenly.

Harry knocked his glass over and Hermione dropped her fork. 'M-Malfoy?' Harry asked.

'You were seen together in Diagon Alley,' Arthur said and pointed at The Daily Prophet he was reading.

Frowning, Harry reached forward and took the paper. There was a picture of himself and Lucius on the front page, looking very chummy with each other;

Convicted Death Eater Out For A Stroll

By Rita Skeeter

Harry groaned at the headline and Hermione said, 'You mean you haven't seen this?'

'I don't read The Prophet,' Harry mumbled. It was true, he'd cancelled his subscription after the last hundred page special about The Boy Who Lived. Now he only got Quidditch Weekly, The Quibbler, a thick magazine called Dark Arts Today that kept him up to date on the Dark Arts, as well as a magazine about the most popular books that Lucius had got him into.

Harry flipped the paper open to read the article;

Death Eater Lucius Malfoy was seen walking through Diagon Alley two days ago a free man. The Malfoy patriarch, who was impirsoned in Azkaban the day the war ended, was seen shopping with none other then The Boy Who Defeated You-Know-Who.

Mr Potter seemed quite happy with the set up and was reported as smiling, laughing, and even teasing the Death Eater.

Harry Potter stated to the amassed crowd that Mr Malfoy had been released into his care due to information given to the Light that led to the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Malfoy is Potter's ward and as such must not leave Potter's sight until he is deemed a changed man.

Neither Albus Dumbledore nor Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shaklebolt, were available for comment. Harry Potter, who is staying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, refused to take any owls this reporter sent.

It seemed that we won't find out the true story until Mr Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore, and Minister Shaklebolt choose to reveal it.

For ideas on what could possibly be happening, see page 3.

Harry scowled and threw the paper down. He knew this would happen, of course, but still hated seeing his name in the paper. He smiled a little though when he realised Dumbledore must have been sending back the letters Skeeter tried to get to him.

'What the hell are you doing with Lucius Malfoy?' Ginny demanded, glaring from the paper to Harry.

'None of your business!' Harry snapped.

'Harry!' Molly gaped and even the twins and Bill stared at him.

'Sorry, but really... it's none of your business,' Harry said. 'I'm sorry, but I can't tell you any more then you already know.'

'Are you really Malfoy's charge?' Ginny asked.

'Yes,' Harry said, 'and his name is Lucius.'

Ginny scowled as Arthur asked, 'Is he staying at Hogwarts with you?'

Harry nodded. 'He doesn't have a wand and Albus has changed the wards so that he can't preform magic; it's locked onto his specific signature. So don't worry, he can't hurt me.'

'He's still a big guy,' Fred said.

'He could strangle you,' George added.

'Or ravish you,' Fred said wistfully.

'Ooh, that sounds nice,' George grinned.

Harry wanted to shout at them for talking about Lucius like that but Hermione put a hand on his knee. Harry took a few calming breaths before speaking.

'Lucius has been nothing but nice to me,' he said. 'He is a gentleman, he respects me and my wishes, and does as I ask. Not once has he led me to believe, in either his actions or words, that he is a Dark wizard.

'Yes, he still enjoys the Dark Arts, but I do too. Lucius is a changed man, though he still has a fair way to go. Trust me when I say he's fine.'

Ginny and Mrs Weasley immediately exploded, shouting that Harry was a fool. Fred and George were commenting that Lucius' looks more then made up for his behaviour, and Bill and Fleur were watching Harry curiously. Hermione kept her hand on Harry's thigh to stop him from doing something stupid and Arthur held the young Gyrffindor's eyes.

'Does Dumbledore trust him?'

'In a way, yes, he does,' Harry said.

'Do you trust him?' Arthur asked.

'Yes,' Harry said without hesitation.

Arthur searched Harry's eyes and came to the conclusion that Harry was telling the truth. Finally he nodded and said, 'Then I respect your decision, Harry.'

'WHAT?' Molly shrieked. 'You can't be serious, Arthur! That man will kill him.'

'He can't use magic, Harry's more powerful, Lucius doesn't have a wand, and Harry trusts him,' Arthur said. 'That's enough for me.'

Molly and Ginny wouldn't stop shouting and calling Lucius vial names. When the entire room began to shake, Hermione and Ron both grabbed Harry and hauled him into the sitting room.

'Calm down, mate,' Ron said. 'Look, I don't know how to feel about this yet, but I can see you're gonna explode because they're badmouthing Malfoy.' He thrust the floo pot into Harry's hand. 'I don't want you doing something you'll regret so go, be with your mate and calm down.'

Harry noded and stepped into the fireplace, hands shaking in anger. He threw a handful of powder down and shouted, 'Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts!'

Ron and Hermione watched their friend disappear in a swirl of flames.

Hermione looked at Ron. 'Look, I haven't accepted this yet,' Ron said. 'You know me, I always fly off the handle and do something stupid. I won't do that to Harry about this, I know he can't leave Malfoy.' He sighed and turned to face Hermione. 'So I'm taking the time to think about it, to get used to it, and hopefully one day soon I can accept it. I don't want to lose my best friend, Hermione, not again.'

The witch threw her arms around Ron's neck and hugged him tightly. 'Oh, Ron, that was... that was... Merlin, you've actually grown up.'

Ron chuckled. ''Bout time, right?'

Hermione grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Blushing, Ron went with her back into the kitchen to make up an excuse for Harry's sudden departure.

{oOo}

Lucius felt Harry's anger as soon as the boy fell out of the fireplace. He, Severus, and Albus were all sitting playing poker with a wizard deck of cards that shot flames at anyone who cheated.

Lucius threw them down and went through the archway, passing Dumbledore's desk to reach the fireplace. Harry was covered in soot and shaking, glasses cracked from where he'd slammed into the floor. Lucius felt anger course through his chest from his Harry Band and dropped to his knees.

'Little one, what's wrong?'

Harry pressed their lips together, plundering Lucius' mouth as his arms wrapped around the Slytherin's neck. Lucius couldn't even bring himself to care about the soot as he kissed Harry back, the band around his heart lessening slightly.

When they drew apart, Harry looked close to tears.

'Harry, what is it?' Lucius asked.

'The Weasleys said stuff about you,' Harry said, 'bad things. I got so angry, Lucius, they had no right to talk about you like that.'

Lucius sighed. 'Harry, there's a lot of anger there, you can't expect them to just forget about what I've done.'

'They shouldn't talk about you like that,' Harry said as Severus and Albus appeared.

'Harry, calm down,' Lucius said in a soft, soothing voice. He stroked his fingers through Harry's hair. 'I know you felt the need to protect me and my honour, I thank you for that.'

Hary felt how much Lucius loved the fact that his mate had defended him and chuckled. 'Smug sod,' he muttered.

Lucius smiled. 'And?'

'Nothing,' Harry said and leaned up to kiss him again. They lost themselves in the gesture, in each other, Lucius using his tongue and hands and lips to soothe his mate and calm him down.

Slowly the anger poisoning Harry's heart died down, his veela satisfied that Lucius was safe, protected, and knew that Harry had defended him. Harry smiled and pulled back to nuzzle into Lucius' neck, offering his own neck up.

Lucius pushed the emerald green collar aside but paused before sinking his teeth in. He leaned forward and sniffed before drawing back quickly. Harry gulped as he looked up.

'Who touched you?' Lucius demanded.

'The Weasleys,' Harry said softly.

'How?'

'Fred and George hugged me, Bill shook my hand, Mrs Weasley hugged me too, and...'

'And?' Lucius asked.

'Erm... G-Ginny... pushed her... ch-chest... into me.'

Lucius took a deep breath, trying to push his jealousy and anger down. He could smell them on his mate; dust, cooking, females, other males... it made his veela snarl.

'They're my family, Lucius, you know they're going to hug me.'

'Yes, but the youngest one... Ginevra,' Lucius scowled, 'she wants more then your friendship.'

'But I don't want her,' Harry said. 'I want you, you know that.'

Severus and Albus watched the scene unfold before them, both keeping their wand hands free until they were sure Lucius wasn't going to go dominant-veela on them.

Lucius was still scowling, the anger building and building until Harry knew his mate wanted to jump in the floo and go show Ginny just who Harry belonged to. Crawling up Lucius' body, Harry pulled him closer and mewled in his ear. He offered his neck, rubbed a hand over Lucius' chest, and nudged Lucius' jaw with his nose.

He could feel Lucius breaking, the dominating veela reacting to Harry's submission. He tried to hold onto his anger but Harry could feel it slowly disappearing to be replaced with warmth, pride, and lust.

Harry whimpered softly, arching his neck again, and nuzzling into Lucius' own. He breathed in deeply, filling his nostrils with Lucius' scent, and moaned under his breath.

Lucius sank his teeth into Harry's neck, sucking back on the his Mark and making Harry groan. Harry went limp, allowing Lucius to mark and touch him. The veela threaded his fingers through Harry's hair, over his face, down his neck and arms and back. Harry realised Lucius was checking to make sure he was okay. Though the man knew the Weasleys hadn't hurt him, the veela wanted to make sure.

Harry just stayed in his embrace, mewling softly every time Lucius bit him again. Slowly Lucius moved away from the Mark to press kisses to Harry's neck, up his jaw, before hovering over his lips. Harry opened his eyes just as Lucius kissed him.

Now satisfied that his mate was okay, Lucius needed to show him that everything was okay. It was like a wolf licking her cub, a mother checking her baby over, a lover making sure their partner didn't have a fever. Lucius had to show Harry that everything was okay, that they were okay, and that Lucius wasn't angry at Harry.

The kiss was soft and warm, filled with love and joy and happiness. Harry kissed back softly, letting Lucius lead, arms wrapping around his mate's neck. They kissed for a few minutes before breaking apart, Lucius' grey eyes sweeping over Harry's face.

With a smile, Harry leaned forwad and pecked Lucius lightly on the lips.

'Are you sure you're the dominant one?' Severus asked suddenly.

Having forgotton the other two men were there, Harry and Lucius both jumped. Lucius' arms immediately tightened around Harry and pulled him close, covering the teenager with his body. He growled at Severus, who held up his hands.

'I mean you no harm, friend.'

Lucius sniffed the air, veela trying to figure out if the man was telling the truth. Harry was letting off a small amount of allure and Lucius didn't want anyone smelling it and trying to touch him.

After acknowledging that Severus and Albus meant no harm, Lucius said, 'What?'

Severus smirked and folded his arms, seeing Lucius come back to himself. 'I said, are you sure you're the dominant one?'

Lucius frowned. 'Of course I am.'

'Really?' Severus said. 'Because Potter just manipulated you rather well.'

Harry blushed and buried his face in Lucius' neck. 'Did not,' he mumbled.

'Yes you did,' Severus teased. 'You used all your veela charm to make Lucius stop thinking.'

Lucius scowled when he realised it was true and Harry said, 'Sorry.'

'Not a problem,' Lucius said. He didn't mind really, Harry could manipualte him all he wanted as long as he kissed Lucius. He didn't like that it had happened in front of Severus and Albus.

'Well,' Albus said after a minute of silence, 'how about you take Harry back to your quarters, Lucius? I'm sure you could use some time alone.'

Severus snorted as Lucius nodded and got to his feet. Suddenly he picked Harry up bridal style and the Gryffindor shrieked.

'LUICUS, PUT ME DOWN!'

Lucius just grinned and carried Harry out, the teenager shouting.

'Lucius, you stupid prat! Let me go!'

'Never,' Lucius replied.

'Bastard!' was the last thing Albus and Severus heard before Lucius cut his mate off with a kiss.
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