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Harry Potter: Made For Each Other	By : IBegToDreamAndDiffer Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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After much berating from Harry and Draco, Lucius accepted the DADA position. Harry was overjoyed to have his mate teach his favourite subject. Draco wondered if maybe this year he could beat Harry Potter at Defence Against the Dark Arts.

The way Lucius looked at Harry told him that was still just a dream.

It was a bit hard for Lucius and Harry to get used to having Draco around. The Malfoy heir had turned up two Sundays before Hogwarts started to find his father and Harry locked in a passionate embrace on the sofa. Thankfully they had their clothes on but Draco could still feel their passion.

It was the first of many, many times that Draco would be scared by his father and... whatever Harry was. Draco had been put into the guest room two doors down from Harry's and Lucius' room. Thankfully that meant he couldn't hear all the noises they made when they went for a three-hour long make out session before bed.

Draco learned to knock on the study door before going in. It really had looked like Lucius was going to strip his mate and have his way right there on the desk.

He learned to listen carefully before entering the sitting room. If he heard talking, Harry and Lucius were sitting close. If he heard moans, they were touching each other inappropriately. If he heard nothing they were either passed out together cuddling or not in the room.

The worst part was eating. Draco used to love food. He loved toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast (not at Malfoy Manor, Lucius refused to have them anywhere near him), salad sandwiches for lunch (Draco loved pickles too), and roat chicken or beef for dinner with cooked vegetables, gravy... yes, Draco loved food.

He didn't love it anymore. His father and Harry were... cute/disgusting. Breakfast was usually toast, waffles, yogurt, or muesli. Trying to eat while your dad was staring at his mate, who managed to drip honey and milk down his chin, was impossible. Especially when said parent leaned forward to lick it off.

Lunch was easier, Harry usually ate sandwiches or crisps. That didn't stop Lucius from staring at the Gryffindor when he licked his fingers clean.

Draco could handle dinner. They ate in the sitting room just talking or reading, Harry snuggled into Lucius' side, Draco either on the floor grinning at them or in the armchair rolling his eyes. At dinner Lucius and Harry both managed to control themselves and only touch seven or eight times every five minutes.

It wasn't that Draco hated how affectionate they were, he actually liked that they'd grown so comfortable with each other in only a few weeks. He could also feel how much they cared about each other, and about him.

While they weren't bonded completely, Draco's veela hadn't yet recognised Harry completely as his other parent. His veela knew who Harry was, trusted him, and wanted his attention, but the bond wasn't complete.

Draco could only just feel his father's and Harry's emotions, like very thin rubber bands wrapped around his heart. It was only when they were very emotional that he felt anything properly.

Unfortunately that was usually when they were rubbing against each other.

Harry's mothering didn't start out slowly. He would wake Draco up, usually taking the blonde's blanket when he refused to get out from under it, before making him sit at the table. What followed was five minutes of Harry asking what Draco wanted for breakfast, was he sure that was what he wanted, no, chocolate wasn't breakfast, Draco could not have ice-cream for breakfast, Draco had to eat what Harry put on his plate.

Harry seemed to think that Draco was three people. While he ate as much as any eighteen-year-old boy, Harry seemed to want him to weigh another forty stone. If they had pancakes, Harry would slip eight or nine onto Draco's plate. Toast was usually seven pieces, muesli two bowls, and scrambled eggs (when Lucius slept in) was a massive plate with diced bacon, tomatoes, mushroons, and peppers. He tried to disuade Draco from drinking coffee because it was bad for you (even though Harry drank three cups a morning) and pushed juice, milk, or pumpkin juice on him.

During breakfast, Harry would ask about Draco's day; where was he going, what was he doing, who with, had he done his homework, did he have a jacket, was he getting enough sleep, did he fancy anyone...

On and on it went, Harry was like a new, over-protective mother. Somehow it wasn't annoying; Draco loved it. He loved that Harry cared about where he went, what he did, and wanted him to be happy and healthy. Lucius would just watch with a grin on his face, like he was having the time of his life.

And he was, really. His mate and kit were getting along, were happy and healthy... Lucius was the luckiest man in the world.

Until Draco complained about their kissing.

And Harry shouted that Draco should be grounded for stealing his favourite shirt.

And then Harry and Draco would demand that Lucius fix everything and whoever he picked, the other would be angry/teary/pouty/annoyed.

Then Lucius just hid.

{oOo}

'Harry, we should go play some Quidditch.'

'Yes!'

'No,' Lucius said.

'Why not?' Harry demanded.

'Too dangerous.'

Harry scoffed. 'It is not.' When Lucius raised an eyebrow, Harry said, 'Okay, yeah, it's dangerous. But so's magic, and walking down the street, and everything really. I could fall over and break my neck in the shower.'

Lucius dropped his fork and glared at Harry. 'Don't you ever say that again or I'll follow you to the bathroom every day.'

Harry grinned. 'Really?'

Draco groaned and said, 'Please, stop.'

With a smile, Harry turned back to Draco. 'We'll go down at ten, yeah? We can pack a lunch and fly around; play seeker-on-seeker, chaser-on-chaser.'

'Dad can be keeper,' Draco said.

'Absolutely not,' Lucius shook his head. He went back to reading The Quibbler Cola had delivered ten minutes earlier and stirring his coffee. Like Harry, and now Draco, Lucius refused to read The Daily Prophet. They had written too many lies about his mate and he couldn't look at the paper without wanting to rip it apart.

'Ah, come on, Dad,' Draco whined. 'You were keeper in school.'

Harry looked at his mate. 'You were?'

Lucius nodded. 'In my second year the Slytherin keeper was hit by a bludger; broke his spine.' Harry looked horrified. 'They fixed him, of course, but he couldn't play Quidditch for three years. He was already in his fifth year so they had to find a replacement keeper. Professor Slughorn suggested me to the captain, I tried out, I was on the team until I finished school.'

'Were you any good?' Harry asked.

With a raised eyebrow, Lucius regarded his mate over his magazine. 'Of course,' he said with that superior Malfoy voice.

Harry chuckled. 'Well there you go, you can be our keeper.'

'No.'

'Why not?' Harry whined.

'I don't play Quidditch any more, I watch,' Lucius said. 'I'm too old to go flying around on a broomstick.'

'Are not, you're very fit,' Harry said, eyes sweeping over the Slytherin. Draco groaned but Harry ignored him. 'Please, Lucius?' He batted his eyelashes, pushed his bottom lip out, and poked at his toast. 'I love Quidditch, so does Kit... why wouldn't you want to join us?'

Lucius lasted all of ten seconds. He dropped The Quibbler, leaned over the table, and pulled Harry in by the hair. The teenager gasped as his mouth was plundered, elbow landing on his plate as Lucius sucked on his tongue. All Harry could do was hold on for dear life and remember how to breathe.

When they broke apart, Draco was shaking his head and Lucius growled, 'Damn you.'

'So you'll do it?' Harry said, emerald eyes bright.

'Yes,' Lucius scowled and fell back to sit. 'But I won't be happy about it.'

'Doesn't matter, as long as you're there,' Harry grinned and grabbed a fresh piece of toast. 'Thank you, love.'

Lucius huffed and Draco chuckled.

{oOo}

Harry carried his Firebolt, Draco his Numbus 2001 and a spare for Lucius, and Lucius the basket with their lunch. Draco demanded to know where Harry got the Firebolt from, only having seen it during their Quidditch matches.

'My godfather bought it for me,' Harry explained. 'He said it was his fault my Nimbus got destroyed; he was watching me play, I thought he was the Grim, and I didn't see the Dementors in time so... yeah.'

He then had to explain why he'd thought Sirius was the Grim, why Sirius was watching him play, and just how the hell an escaped convict had bought a thousand-galleon broomstick.

By the time Harry was done they'd reached the Quidditch Stadium. Madam Hooch was there, pointing her wand at various seats and banners to fix them in time for the school year.

'Misters Malfoy, Potter,' she nodded. Like the rest of the staff, Madam Hooch had been told about Harry's and Lucius' bond. The only way they'd accept Lucius onto the teaching staff was to know without a doubt that he was a changed man.

'Madam Hooch,' Lucius greeted the woman. 'Is it okay if these two play some one-on-one Quidditch?'

'Not at all,' Hooch said. 'As long as they don't destroy anything...' She didn't say she'd do anything bad but the threat was there. Both Harry and Draco promised not to wreck anything.

Harry and Draco were going to play seeker-on-seeker first so Lucius spread out the blanket he'd brought and sat back with a book. Harry mounted his Firebolt as Draco released the snitch Madam Hooch had given them. They watched it zip out across the pitch before Draco clambered onto his Nimbus 2001.

'Best seeker wins,' Draco said.

'Prepare to lose then,' Harry said and, not waiting for Draco, took off.

It was glorious being back in the air and Harry grinned as he flew around the pitch, doing two laps as Draco flew up and down, practicing his dives and re-familiarising himself with his broom. It took Harry a minute to get comfortable again, as a natural flier he would always feel at home on a broom. Draco needed more practice but had enough talent to prove a real challange for Harry.

They dove and raced, bashing into each other as they searched for the snitch. Lucius watched from the ground, book forgotton as his eyes followed Harry and Draco. He'd always been proud that his son could preform well on a broom. Not as naturally talented as Harry or his father, Draco had always worked hard to keep himself on the Slytherin team, even though Lucius had bought his way in.

Lucius watched with great pride as his son looped around Harry, leaving the Gryffindor cursing as his glasses nearly slipped off his nose. Lucius didn't feel the same way watching Harry as he did Draco. Harry was all natural; he was light, speedy, gripping his Firebolt as lightly as he could and using the broom like it was another part of his body. He looked better on a broom then off one, was so gracefull that Lucius felt heat pool in his lower body. He tried, and failed, to push it away as he watched Harry zip between the hoops.

It was on when Draco spotted the snitch hovering over the Hufflepuff part of the stands. Harry was at the other end of the pitch and Draco tore towards the little golden ball, eyes fixed on it while his brain registered Harry speeding towards him. With Harry's faster broom, he caught up with Draco just as the Malfoy heir reached for the snitch. A hand tugged on the end of his broom and Draco lost balance, almost slamming into the stands but cartwheeling away at the last second.

The snitch had disappeared and Draco shouted at Harry. Harry just grinned and went back on the hunt.

Lucius sipped the watermelon juice he'd brought as Harry and Draco continued to push and shove each other, one always stopping the other from catching the golden ball at the last second. Finally, after fifteen minutes in the air, Harry had it.

The snitch had zipped and buzzed around the golden posts closest to Lucius and the Malfoy patriarch watched Harry and Draco fly head first at them. His heart skipped a beat the closer they got, sure they were going to crash right into the hoops.

Draco pulled up, flying over the top, but Harry kept going. Lucius jumped to his feet just as Harry got his right hand around the ball, his left pulling the broom to the right. He pulled out of the dive just in time, tumbling through the air and towards the ground. His knees readjusting the broom, Harry grinned and pumped his fist into the air. Draco swore at him as they flew back to Lucius.

'I nearly had a heart attack,' Lucius growled as his mate and son landed.

'Why?' Harry asked innocently.

'You waited far too long to pull out of that dive,' Lucius said. 'What if you'd crashed?'

'Harry would never crash,' Draco scoffed. 'He does that all the time, Dad.' Lucius looked at his mate.

'It's true,' Harry shrugged. 'I can dive closer to the ground or stands then anyone else at Hogwarts. I don't see why everyone makes a big deal of it, it's easy. As long as you've got a metre before you hit whatever you're flying at you can use your body to pull out of the dive.'

Lucius shook his head and tugged Harry close, kissing the boy on the lips. 'Please don't make it a habit.'

'Too late,' Harry grinned.

With a sigh, Lucius kissed Harry again before pulling away. 'Draco, well done.'

'I lost,' Draco said.

'Winning isn't everything,' Lucius said. Draco stared at his dad like he'd grown an extra head. 'You played well and were cunning,' Lucius continued. 'Harry is a very good player, Draco, and he has a superior broom. You almost caught the snitch four times from him; I'd say that's well done.'

Draco beamed and Harry could feel the pride and happiness coming off the Slytherin. He brushed a hand through Draco's hair, messing it up, and laughed when the blonde scowled at him.

'Seeker-on-seeker again?' Harry asked. When Draco looked like he was going to say no, Harry added, 'You can use my Firebolt.'

Draco's eyes lit up and he grabbed the broom. Harry released the snitch and they watched it buzz sluggishly around their heads before it got its act together and darted off. Draco immediately took off, zooming around and laughing loudly at the fast broom he was riding.

Smiling at Lucius, Harry climbed onto Draco's Nimbus and took off after his kit.

The Nimbus 2001 was much slower then Harry's Firebolt but it was still a decent broom. Draco took care of it; the tail was clipped, the handle polished, and it handled like a new broom. Harry did a few laps to get used to it before he saw Draco screaming towards him.

Realising the Slytherin had seen the snitch, Harry whipped around. A flash of gold caught his eye and his right arm swung out, forearm brushing something cold.

Rolling upside down, Harry clung to his broom as the snitch hovered over him. He reached up and snatched it from the air, Draco narrowly missing colliding with the Gryffindor.

Draco was swearing far worse then before as he and Harry joined Lucius on the ground.

'Very good,' Lucius said, smiling at them both.

'Bloody Potter,' Draco scowled.

Harry smiled. 'Sorry, Dray.'

With a sigh, Draco shrugged and said, 'Can I have a few more minutes on your Firebolt?'

''Course,' Harry nodded.

Draco shot into the air to work off his anger as Harry joined Lucius on the blanket. He stuck the snitch into the case and closed it.

'You're very talented,' Lucius mused, 'I noticed your second year.'

'Pervert.'

Lucius clicked his tongue. 'I wasn't looking at you in a sexual manner.'

'Sure, sure,' Harry said.

'Bloody Potter,' Lucius grumbled.

Harry grinned.

{oOo}

It took Harry and Draco half-an-hour to talk Lucius into joining them. Finally the Malfoy patriarch agreed (after whining from his son and kisses from his mate) and mounted the spare Nimbus 2000 Draco had brought down.

Lucius looked magnificant on a broom and Harry's teenage hormones went haywire. He stayed rooted to the ground, gripping his Firebolt tightly, as Lucius did a few laps to get used to the broom. He'd tied his hair back and the ponytail flipped behind him, the sun making his hair look golden. He was much more natural on a broom then Draco, not as much as Harry, but he was definitely skilled.

After ten minutes of flying around, Lucius headed for his son and mate. 'So, how are we doing this?'

Harry was at a loss for words, just drinking in the sight of Lucius sitting on a broom. Draco rolled his eyes before saying, 'Father, guard these hoops. Harry and I will start at the other and and try to score goals. When someone scores we go back to the other end and the person who scored gets the Quaffle, sound good?'

Harry nodded vaguely, eyes running over Lucius' arse.

'Potter!' Draco shouted.

'What?' Harry asked, turning to look at him.

'Focus on the game, not my father's arse,' Draco scowled.

Harry blushed and said, 'Shut up,' before zooming to the other end.

'Can you blame him?' Lucius asked.

Draco shook his head and followed Harry.

{oOo}

They played for an hour, Lucius proving to be a very good keeper. Harry and Draco didn't score for the first half-an-hour, Lucius using his arms, legs, and broom to keep the Quaffle out. Draco would shout, Harry would admire Lucius' body, and Lucius would smirk.

After thirty minutes Lucius grew bored and decided to have some fun of his own. Every time Draco had the Quaffle, Lucius would purposely fly between him and Harry. Draco would score and cheer until he turned to see his father and Harry kissing and trying to drag each other off their brooms.

It annoyed Draco to no end but Harry seemed to enjoy it. The next half hour, Draco scored forty times, not that Lucius and Harry noticed. Finally Draco flew back to their lunch and put the Quaffle away. It took Harry and Lucius ten minutes to realise Draco was gone.

Finally prying apart, Lucius and Harry flew back to their kit. Harry apologised, Lucius smirked, and Draco scowled. They ate sandwiches, chips covered in gravy, and sipped Muggle sodas Remus Lupin had sent Harry. Lucius and Draco fell in love with the Kit Kats Remus had also sent and Harry laughed.

Once done, they lounged on the blanket, Draco closing his eyes for a snooze. Lucius read the novel he'd brought and Harry flicked through the newest issue of Quidditch Weekly.

'Dray, have you seen the new Firebolt?'

Draco was immediately up, scrambling across his dad to get to Harry. Lucius cursed as he was elbowed in the stomach but Draco didn't move, legs across his father's own and chest resting on Harry's.

'Give me, give me, give me!'

Harry smiled and showed Draco the new Firebolt Two. It was apparently faster and easier to manage then the older one and Draco's mouth watered. He turned to his dad and demanded one immediately.

'Draco, this thing'll cost a fortune,' Harry said.

'So?'

'Well... you can't just buy everything you want just because you have the money,' Harry said. 'You should prioritise; you have a perfectly good Nimbus 2001, why do you need another broom?'

'This one's better,' Draco said, pointing at the glossy moving picture.

'You've got a broom,' Harry said. 'Haven't you ever, you know, not bought something just because you want it?' Both Malfoys raised blonde eyebrows and Harry said, 'Seriously, you just by whatever you want?'

'We're the richest wizarding family in Britain, Harry,' Lucius said.

'So?'

'So... we buy what we want, when we want,' Lucius said.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Well you shouldn't.'

Draco didn't understand. Luckily his father did and explained that Harry had gone years without getting anything. The Dursleys had showered Dudley with gifts while Harry only got hand-me-downs or broken toys. To Harry, buying a lot of stuff made you a bully. Yes, Harry bought what he really, really wanted all the time, but it was only ever books and clothes, stuff he needed. He wasn't going to buy a Firebolt Two just because it was the newest one out; he had a perfectly fine broom.

Draco still demanded one, said his father had missed his birthday (Lucius pointed out it wasn't his fault, he'd been in prison after all). Draco was close to throwing a fit when Lucius said, 'No!'

Not wanting to ruin their day by moping, Draco let the subject drop. He grabbed Harry's Firebolt and sped into the air.

'He needs to learn he can't always have everything,' Harry said softly. 'One day he might not have money, or there might be something he really wants that would be better to work for. He won't get anywhere in life if you spoil him rotten, Lucius. He's an adult.'

Lucius said, 'I know, Harry, but I'm weak when it comes to my son.'

Harry smiled. 'I'm not.'

Lucius drew his mate in and kissed him softly.
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