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The Aftermath of War	By : ReighHPFiction Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 29579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Author's Note : First I'm going to say sorry for taking so long with this update. I recently started a job as a Day Care teacher and let me tell you, most nights I come home EXHAUSTED. Lol, chasing little kids around all day is so tiring.

I also wanted to address an issue that seems to be reoccurring with a few reviewers. There are a couple of people who seem hell bent on telling me how to write this story. While I encourage constructive criticism, I want you to understand that I have already decided how this story is going to be written. All the warnings/pairings have been available since the first chapter, and if you don't like it then don't read it ^^ because I'll not be changing my idea for this story simply because you think you know better. Most of the other readers like it as it is, and more importantly, I like it as it is. So just don't bother.

To Random Reader on , who is too cowardly to review with their own username so that I cannot reply to you in a PM. Like I said, this story's pairings were outlined since the first chapter. If you didn't like Male/Male you had plenty of time to stop reading. I laugh at your poor excuse for a flame and you may kindly blow me =P Come everyone. Point and laugh with me at the idiot who is clearly illiterate and cannot read the big bold letters that say WARNINGS and PAIRINGS. Point and laugh with me my darlings! *points and ROFLS*

Title : The Aftermath of War

Warnings : Slash, Ginny-Bashing, Anal, Oral, Rim, H/C, Future M-Preg, Un-Beta'd

Pairings : Lucius/Harry, George/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Narcissa/Kingsley

Chapter Eight: Teddy Lupin Charms the Manor

After the mishap in the morning where Narcissa caught her son in bed with none other than George Weasley, the ex-Mrs. Malfoy was unsure of what to think. She knew her son was not lying to her when he said that he was just comforting the other young man. Lucius had told her all about the nightmare he'd walked in on Harry comforting the young Weasley through. However, she couldn't help but think that her son was a little more invested in George Weasley than he let on. She'd seen it first that day she returned from Diagon Alley with Harry and Lucius. Something had changed between Draco and the young redhead. Whatever they'd done for the day had bonded them.

They had a lot in common. Both had lost a sibling. Draco had been devastated by the loss of his sister. Regardless of the fact that he hadn't had even a fraction of the time with his sister as George had with his twin, Draco had been broken by the loss. A part of Narcissa blamed herself, of course. What kind of mother could not even protect the life that grew inside of her? A bigger part of her blamed Lucius for making a decision she'd told him even back when the Dark Lord had first risen would ruin them both.

But, coming to her original thought line, Narcissa was unsure of how she should feel about her son developing feelings for a man as broken as he himself, if not more so. George Weasley, despite all of the prejudice and insulting things her ex-husband had said about his family, had proven to be an intelligent, resourceful, and creative young man. Even in his absence and in the death of his partner, his twin, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was still booming with business. It was one of the only shops in Diagon Alley that had not been devastated by the war. He was also a kind young man with a tender heart and a compassionate spirit. She knew it was because of George that her son was finally beginning to lose some of that brokenness from behind his eyes…well, George and Harry together.

Draco falling for a man was not an issue either. The Malfoys had performed the spell to allow a male to carry in the past, and Narcissa wanted nothing more than her son's happiness. It wasn't any of that which made the mother worry for her son. It was that George Weasley and her son were from very different worlds. She could care less about the poverty that the redhead grew up in. He'd been raised in a loving home with two parents who did everything in their power to give him what he needed. He was a good man for it, and he was highly successful on his own, so Narcissa knew she didn't have to worry about him being after the Malfoy gold. George Weasley and Draco Malfoy had been on opposite sides of the war. While Weasley was seen as a grieving hero to be commended, Narcissa knew no matter what the Wizengamot had ruled…most people would see her son as an opportunistic ex-Death Eater trying to use George's reputation to his advantage. There was also the fact that Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy had never gotten along. Narcissa was sure this would create a problem if the boys decided to try.

Should the two of them pursue a relationship with one another, it would not be an easy road. They would face adversity, scorn, and suspicion. Draco would more than likely be accused of a number of different means of bewitching the upstanding young Weasley. That was the last thing that her son needed in a world that already distrusted him for his name alone. He was going to have enough of a problem finding a job after Hogwarts, despite his outstanding grades, due to his father's mistakes. Then there was his father, who despite the amount of changes he'd made to his personality, would most likely oppose the pairing based solely on the fact that he disliked George's family. A family, please mind, that he did not even really know. Narcissa herself was over that kind of prejudice.

She didn't care that they were poor, or that they didn't see fit to uphold the ancient Pureblood traditions. She should be thanking Molly Weasley for getting rid of Bellatrix, for putting her sister out of her insane misery. She should thank Molly Weasley for being there for Andromeda after the death of her daughter, when Narcissa had stupidly turned her back on her sister years ago and had not even known her niece.

No…if Draco decided that it was George Weasley that he wished to begin a relationship with, Narcissa would do nothing but support her son. She would protect him from any and all scorn that flew his way, from both the public and his father. She would go out of her way to enfranchise herself and her son to Weasley's family, so that maybe they too would support the relationship. Draco had been through so much under her roof, and she had been unable to do anything to protect him from it. After putting him through that, Narcissa felt that her son deserved a bit of happiness. George Weasley was an upstanding young man, a rising businessman, and an honored War Hero. Why shouldn't he be good enough for her son?

"Narcissa?"

The voice calling her name broke her from her thoughts, and Narcissa turned to see young Harry Potter standing in her doorway with a sniffling Theodore Lupin on his hip. She cocked a brow at Harry, and he smiled bashfully at her with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Um…I think he's got a dirty nappy, but I haven't a clue on how to go about changing it," he said with an embarrassed little laugh. Narcissa merely smiled one of her small, warm smiles at the young man.

"Come, I will show you," she said, walking from behind her vanity out of the door towards the young man's quarters.

Draco always took a quick shower in the morning. Because he took a longer, more thorough one at night, he didn't feel the need to go all out when he woke up. When he walked back to George's room, it was only ten minutes past the time that he'd left. He hoped the other young man was ready, because Draco was starving, and the elves had made his favorite for breakfast, Eggs Benedict. When he reached the doors to George's suite, he knocked gently and waited to be beckoned in before entering.

"You can come in, Draco," George's voice called from behind the door.

The blonde entered the room, freezing in the door way with his grey eyes slightly wide at the sight that met him. George stood before the dresser in nothing but one of the Manor's fluffy white towels, red hair darkened to burgundy as it dripped water down his face, neck and shoulders. The red haired man's skin was pale and freckled, but smooth and nearly flawless despite a few scars here and there. Instead of being disgusted by the freckles, as he'd always made out to be when ragging on Ronald Weasley in school, Draco found them fascinating. They covered George's strong arms and broad shoulders, his lean back and nicely defined abdomen. There were even little patterns that could be made out. Just below his bellybutton, Draco could see a line of maybe ten or so that formed an odd little S shape. It was strangely endearing, and the littlest Malfoy found himself wanting to run his tongue over the patch of skin there.

"You alright Draco?" he heard George's voice ask, slightly concerned. The blonde pulled himself out of his head immediately, internally cursing his pale skin as he knew he would not be able to stop himself from blushing.

"Fine, I just didn't expect you to be indecent when I came in," he replied, covering up his embarrassment with a haughty huff as he tossed his pointed nose up in the air imperiously. He got a chuckle in response.

"We're both men, Little Malfoy, there's nothing I have that you haven't seen on yourself," George replied.

Draco managed to spin himself around before the other man dropped his towel. As much as a part of him wanted to see, the propriety that was driven into him from the time he could speak would not allow him to look. Even in the Quidditch locker rooms at school, Draco had mostly kept his eyes to himself. Now, he'd been but a teenage boy with raging puberty driven hormones, so there were a few slips here and there. But, he always felt a little guilty for it later on because he knew it was not quite kosher. Not guilty enough to avoid wanking over any good bits he saw, but guilty all the same.

"You alright, Draco?" George's voice queried softly, breaking Draco out of his guttering thoughts once again with the air of concern in the redhead's tone.

"I'm fine. Just hungry and not entirely awake yet," he replied, trying to keep the pink flush from his pale face. It was impossible of course, with his light coloring, but George didn't seem to notice.

"Right then, let's get downstairs and get some breakfast," the Weasley said, coming up behind Draco, now fully dressed with a warm smile on his freckled features.

The proximity between them had Draco's grey eyes drawn to the way that smile curved up the nicely shaped, firm looking mouth of George Weasley. But, he mentally shook himself out of his daze. He needed to get a grip on himself. So, he was attracted to the man. Even just six months ago, Draco would've been completely appalled by the emergence of this attraction to a Weasley, but after getting to know the other man a bit...Draco could simply accept it. He didn't, however, want to get his hopes up. What were the chances that one of the ever virile Weasley men was actually gay…or even curious? And then even if George did turn out to be attracted to men, why would he want to get himself involved with all the trouble a relationship with Draco would surely bring to him?

'No, I have to keep control of this. I cannot let myself get in too deep,' he thought to himself.

Beckoning George to follow him, Draco led the two of them down the corridors of the Manor, towards the dining room where breakfast was undoubtedly already served.

"That is utterly disgusting, Mother," Draco Malfoy said as he watched from the sidelines while his mother demonstrated the proper way to change a dirty nappy.

On Draco's right was George Weasley, who snickered at the blonde's words. Nappies were nothing new to him. While he may not have been old enough to change Ron or Ginny's nappies when they were still in them, he'd seen more than enough in his lifetime. On Draco's left was Harry Potter, watching with rapt attention as Narcissa explained the process of changing his Godson. It didn't squick him, the idea of changing nappies. He'd spent the majority of his life cleaning the Dursleys' bathroom. He could handle Teddy's tiny little nappies.

"And that is how it is done. It is not so difficult," Narcissa finished up, lifting the newly changed happy Teddy from the changing table in the corner of Harry's bedroom and handing the little boy to his Godfather.

Harry accepted his Godson with ginger gentleness, settling the gurgling baby on his hip and nuzzling into his currently white blonde hair. After about a week at Mafloy Manor, Teddy seemed to adopt the new hair color almost naturally. There were still times when bright orange streaks would decorate the pale locks, and sometimes while they were alone, Teddy's hair would turn jet black like his Godfather's. But, for the most part, it stayed that bright shock of blonde. His eyes, however, liked to stay the same vivid green that both Lily and Harry Potter were known for.

"No, it doesn't look difficult at all," he said with a smile in Narcissa's direction. "Thank you for showing me."

"It's still disgusting," Draco repeated, his pointed nose scrunched in a mild look of disgust. Narcissa's pale blue eyes merely slid to him as a pale blonde brow quirked in response.

"Is it? I will have you know, Draco, that your dirty nappies were some of the most disgusting I have ever had the displeasure of changing. You would not breastfeed, and were allergic to most known formulas in our world. Severus had to cook one up for you himself, and it made your excrement smell god-awful," she said, watching in utter amusement as her son's face went bright red in embarrassment and the two boys beside him burst into a fit of giggles. Teddy joined in as well, even though he had no idea what was being said. Like most babies, he laughed when other people laughed.

"One day when you decide to settle down and provide an heir to this family, I will not be the one changing nappies. I certainly will not allow you to con off such duties on your partner either. Salazar knows your father was completely useless when it came to helping out with you before you were toilet trained. I will not stand for my son to be such a hopeless case," she finished before stalking out of the door in a whirl of powder blue satin robes, platinum blonde hair, and a wicked smirk.

It was silent for a few moments in Narcissa's wake, save for the barely hidden snickers coming from Harry and George, as well as Teddy's gurgling baby noises. Draco whirled on the two of them with a cold glare, his lips pursing into a pout at their mirth. It was George that stepped forward, a large hand clamping down on the blonde's shoulder and an amused grin splitting his freckled features.

"Don't pout at us, Baby Malfoy. That's what you get for talking smart to your Mum!"

It was clear to the both of them that Draco's mother had never spoken to him in that manner before. His baffled expression was more than entertaining. Having rarely even been chastised as a child, Draco was at a loss of what to say. What he was more surprised about was the teasing, joking tone that his mother had when she spoke. He'd never seen her so light hearted and funny. Growing up, she'd always loved him. That was true beyond fail. However, they were always surrounded by the followers of the Dark Lord who'd managed to escape Azkaban after that Halloween night almost twenty years ago already. While his parents had both been doting and caring to him throughout his young life, he could tell they were stressed a lot of the time….more and more so as the Dark Lord's return approached. Now, without that threat lurking over their heads, his parents had relaxed immensely.

"Mmm AH!"

The shout of the baby broke Draco out of his thoughts, and caused the other two boys in the room to look at Teddy. Said child was wiggling his little arms in the direction of the empty bottles he could see on a shelf above his crib. Harry only chuckled in response, pushing some of the white blonde hair out of the baby's face and kissing his plump little cheek affectionately. Teddy drank bottles still sometimes, but he also ate solid foods now, mostly baby food, fruits and vegetables. At almost five months old, it was time to start getting him used to solid foods, and Teddy was more than ready.

"You're hungry again already? Already planning on making me change nappies huh?" he said in an amused tone.

"AH!" Teddy exclaimed again, and Harry laughed more and walked towards the door.

"I'm gonna go down to the kitchens and feed him. I'll see you guys later," he said, smiling warmly as he exited the room with his Godson wiggling excitedly in his arms.

Harry left the two other men in the room and headed down to the kitchen. However, Harry quite suddenly realized that no matter how huge Malfoy Manor was…it was not Hogwarts. He had no idea where the kitchen actually was. He knew Narcissa was probably out in her garden by now, and Lucius tended to head to the Library after breakfast. He didn't wish to disturb either of them, so he snapped his fingers once, calling out for the House Elf.

"Lolly!"

The female Elf popped into the hall and bowed.

"Yes Master Harry."

"Can you show me to the kitchens? I would like to feed Teddy some lunch," he said kindly.

"Of course Master Harry."

With that, Harry was led down the many corridors of Malfoy Manor towards the kitchens where he immediately set about making House Elves cry, unintentionally of course, by insisting on making Teddy's lunch himself. He didn't do anything overly difficult, just mashed up some fruit for the baby to eat. The little boy wasn't a huge fan of vegetables, and Harry didn't feel like cleaning his face of mashed carrots today, so he just mashed up a couple of bananas and strawberries. Smiling, Harry bounced his Godson on his hip as he continued to make lunch for the both of them.

Lucius was nearly accosted by his Head Elf, Mindy, around lunch time in his study. She was babbling so fast, and so inarticulately that Lucius had no hope of understanding what she was saying. Instead he allowed her to tow him down towards the kitchens, all the while trying to soothe her frantic tears with gentle words. Mindy had been a Malfoy Elf for over a century. She was the Elf who'd raised every Malfoy Heir since she was bonded to the family all those years ago. Her efforts to protect Lucius and his family during the first and second coming of Voldemort were what drove the Malfoy Lord to promote her to Head Elf. She had risked her life countless times for Draco, Narcissa, and himself. She had been tortured for them, bled for them, and for that Lucius had rewarded her.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something, please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot." (Song © J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone)

Lucius looked up from his most trusted servant, and peered into the kitchen where a bright, warm voice sang the Hogwarts school song in a smooth tenor. The blonde man was not quite prepared for the sudden flush of warmth in his chest at the sight of none other than his esteemed house guest, Harry Potter, singing sweetly and dancing around his kitchen with a giggling infant on his hip. It was quite possibly the most…loathe he even think the word but…the most adorable thing he'd ever seen in his life. Lucius stood in the door with a bemused expression on his aristocratic features as he watched the young man settle the child into the high chair and begin to spoon mushy baby food into his mouth. As if Harry could feel Lucius' eyes on him, bright green orbs turned up to the entrance to look at him, widening in surprise before a warm smile filled their depths with sweetness.

"Lucius, good afternoon," the young man greeted softly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Po…Harry," Lucius said, a little thrown off by that lovely expression being directed at him.

Since the young man had arrived, Harry Potter had been respectful, but extremely wary of Lucius. It was with good reason of course, and he'd smiled at the blonde before..but it was always guarded and careful. The smile being directed at him right now was nothing but amiable and welcoming. The Malfoy Lord wondered if it was his Godson that had Harry so over the moon and blooming with happiness. Taking a seat across from the other man, Lucius eyed Teddy, who was staring back at him with bright green Potter eyes, suspiciously. There had been more than one time as a baby and young toddler that Draco had painted his father's robes in mushy carrots or fruit.

"Oh, don't worry. Teddy doesn't throw food. He's a very good boy, aren't you?" Harry said in an assuring tone.

Lucius was still a little bit wary, but the baby had already turned his attention back on his Godfather, who was holding a spoonful of mushy fruit out for the little boy to eat. The Malfoy Lord was instantly reminded of Draco's early days. He couldn't help but be impressed with how natural Potter was at taking care of an infant. Lucius had always been rather hesitant around Draco as a young baby. His son had been so tiny and fragile looking, Lucius was always afraid he might hurt him somehow. It also didn't help that Pureblood tradition focused mostly on female children learning how to rear the children, whereas the male children learned business and political tactics. When Draco was born, Lucius didn't really know what to do with him, and Narcissa never really asked for much help. He was glad his wife was going to break that particular tradition with their son, because Lucius was starting to feel Draco may not be interested in women at all.

"Everything alright?" a voice asked, concern evident in the tone. Lucius broke from his thoughts to see Potter staring at him with worried green eyes.

"Fine, Harry. I was just thinking about when Draco was a baby. I was quite useless as Narcissa has told you. But then again, my father had always taught me that it was the wife's job to rear the children," Lucius said.

Potter didn't look as if he were judging Lucius as he listened. The boy was just listening, his eyes keen and interested, and breaking contact only when he moved to spoon some more mushy baby food into his Godson's mouth.

"I wonder, how did you become so well versed in taking care of Theodore? Did your relatives teach you?" he asked. The bright green gaze darkened for a moment before Potter seemed to get control over himself once again.

"No, not at all. There's no need to bore you with the details of my childhood, but I'll leave it at no one would want me near their kids if they thought I was taught child care skills by either one of them," the boy said, laughing derisively, his face full of bitter scorn.

Lucius had to wonder about what Potter might mean, but he was well mannered enough not to pry…yet. Potter had just started showing the slightest bit of trust in him, so he knew it wasn't quite the time where the young man would spill his childhood woes or deepest secrets. It was baffling to Lucius that anyone could treat Harry Potter like anything less than the Hero he was made out to be even as an infant. Then again, it was well known that his relatives were Muggles, so it was possible they didn't even know. That begged another question, however. Why would Dumbledore leave Potter with a family that treated him so terribly he didn't even wish to speak of it, when there were literally thousands of Wizarding families that would've been honored to have the child raised as their own.

"If that is so, it is a wonder you have turned out to be the well-adjusted young man that you are," Lucius finally said. He knew he'd caught the younger man off guard, because green eyes flashed to him first in shock and then warming with happiness. Pale cheeks flushed a delicate pink as Potter responded.

"Thank you. I've fought my whole life to never turn out like the Dursleys, and it's nice to hear that people see it. I could be a lot of things, with the way I was brought up, but I try to do what's right," the boy said, his eyes turning to his gurgling godson.

"The first time I ever saw Teddy, his parents both dead, so much like me…I promised myself I would never let him feel unloved, or freakish. I would never let him go hungry, or lock him away for being different. I would love him for everything he was, and he would never for a day feel neglected," Potter said, shocking Lucius with the amount of information that'd just been released.

He was sure that the young man hadn't even realized what he'd said, considering his eyes were glazed over in thought, and his tone had been rather dazed. Locked away? Go hungry? What had those Muggle done to Harry Potter?! In the Wizarding World, children were considered precious. There were so few magical children being born in recent centuries, that each one was considered a gift. Even amongst Purebloods, the continuous interbreeding of the bloodlines was producing Squibs and children with very weak magic. With Muggle/Magical pairings, it was always a gamble whether the child would inherit magic from their magical parent. To think that anyone could treat a child the way Potter had just painted his childhood to be was disgusting to Lucius…a man who had done many horrendous things in his life.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say all that and bring the mood down. Just forget I said anything. It wasn't all bad," Potter said, snapping out of his haze with an apologetic smile.

Lucius took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. Had Potter never spoken of this to anyone at length? It seemed like something that should be talked about, moved past. But, Lucius was still too polite to pry.

"If that is what you wish, then I will do so. However, as a guest in my home, and a friend to my wife and son..I would like you to know, that..if you ever wish to speak of it with someone who will not look upon you with pity, I am always available," Lucius said finally.

The young man across from him stared in silence for a few moments before his face brightened in a grateful smile. Again, the expression caused an awkward twitch in Lucius' stomach that he had no desire to understand. Harry Potter was a very attractive young man when he smiled, was a though that escaped Lucius' ironclad grip over his thoughts.

"Thank you. I'll keep it in mind."

With that, the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. Potter fed his Godson and Lucius cracked open the Prophet to see what was in the news. It was actually a very nice bit of time spent.

A/n: Sorry for the long long wait but I've been sooooo busy please keep in mind while reading I'm busting this chapter out ASAP. It's unbeta'd and not proof read XD I just don't have time right now.
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