A New Family For Harry

Author\'s Note: Thanks to everyone who has left comments and positive reviews. I\'m going to go ahead and post the next installment without answering each one right now, only because I\'m a bit short on time and I wanted to get you more of this story. But I\'m so grateful that so many of you taking a chance on this type story as well as this particular pairing. Your words encourage me more than I can say.





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One morning a few months after Harry\'s birthday, Lucius found himself too distracted to complete the correspondence he had laid out on his desk. He took himself outside to have a walk about the grounds to clear his head.



The early October air had a pleasant bite to it, and the trees lining the pathway he was on were turning brilliant shades. After drawing in a few deep breaths, he felt invigorated, and would have turned back had he not heard a boyish shout. He slipped behind a cluster of greens so he could observe undetected.



It was Harry, Draco, and Ron together, flying on their brooms in the approved field, which was not visible from even the nearest village. Ron whooped and leaned down on his broom, urging it faster as Draco sped just ahead of him. Both of them were aimed at their prize, a Practice Snitch charmed not to travel above a set speed that was approved precisely for junior Quidditch league players.



As they raced forward, the Snitch changed direction, and Harry, who had been hanging back, did a hairpin turn to follow its trail. He gave chase with a laugh, outstripping the other two easily as they attempted to catch up. Minutes later, he clasped it just inches above the ground, and rolled off his broom to hold it up triumphantly in his hand.



"No fair," Draco bellowed. Lucius smirked as Draco spun down in a petulant spiral, and Ron followed at an easy pace. "We were neck and neck for that, and you just --"



"Is too fair," Harry said, breathless with laughter. "Not my fault you didn\'t give yourself room to change direction."



"Harry\'s going to be an ace Seeker," Ron noted as he flopped down on the grass beside Harry. "Bet he gets picked to play at Hogwarts like that." He snapped two fingers.



Draco crossed his arms, uncrossed them, and then clenched his hands into fists. "I\'m a very good Seeker. I shouldn\'t be surprised if I\'m asked to play first year at school."



"Well, you\'re all right," Ron said dubiously.



"Just because Harry cheats," Draco hissed. He seemed not to direct his ire at Harry, however, just kept on glaring at Ron.



Harry raised himself on his elbows, a grin on his face. "If you want, I\'ll show you how to do the turn later. We can practice it."



Draco bit his cheek, his eyes darting to Ron. When Ron whistled nonchalantly, appearing to examine the clouds in the sky, Draco gave Harry a shy smile back.



But Ron had obviously been sneaking glances, for he snorted and yanked at Draco\'s robes, forcing Draco to stumble forward and land on the grass between them.



Harry shrieked with laughter, giving Draco a friendly pummeling as Draco let out a howl.



"It\'s just a bit of fun, Draco!" Harry managed to choke out as Draco set on him.



"Oh, for the love of --" Ron launched himself into the fray.



Before long, all three were entangled in a scuffle. Grunts and snorts reached Lucius\'s ears as the boys wriggled and rolled over one another in an attempt to come out on top of the pile. He could see thin arms flailing and gawky, growing legs kicking.



As the dust cleared, Ron emerged on top of Draco, pinning him down, while Harry held a his side a few paces away, evidently nursing a cramp.



"You -- you --" Draco sputtered at Ron.



"Oh, come on, stop being such a spoil sport," Ron reasoned with him. "Harry said he\'d show you the turn, and we were just joking around."



Draco scowled back. "You think you\'re so funny."



"There\'s only one way to get him to shut it," Harry observed as he rolled on to his stomach to watch. His eyes were full of mischief.



Ron laughed, and after a quick look to his right and left, lowered himself and kissed Draco full on the mouth.



Lucius watched with keen interest as his son beat his fist once, twice on the sod beneath them before lying utterly still under Ron\'s advances. One moment more, and Draco was reaching up with enthusiasm, wrapping his skinny arms around Ron\'s broad torso, thrusting his lanky legs in between Ron\'s more muscular limbs.



Nearby, Harry licked his lips as he watched the kiss. Then he giggled and stood, brushing dirt from his clothing. "Come on -- Dobby said he\'d make us Sticky Toffee Pudding if we asked him, whether it was before luncheon or no. We ought to ask him now, before Vince and Greg show later, or they\'ll try to eat it all themselves."



He headed off towards the Manor, not bothering to look behind him.



On the ground, Ron and Draco stilled -- Ron\'s face uncertain, Draco\'s cheeks burning. Ron kissed him once more, deliberate and gentle, and Draco\'s whole body surged up to meet the touch.



Then Draco shoved Ron off and got to his feet.



Ron said nothing as he caught his breath and pulled himself up. Finally, after watching Draco stand stiffly apart, Ron grabbed his broom, apparently ready to return it to the storage shed (though Harry had left his, no doubt anticipating some or other house elf would retrieve it for him).



Shifting from one foot to another, Draco grumbled out a frustrated sound before hurling himself at Ron and forcing their mouthes together in a harsh kiss. Ron had just started to respond, letting the broom fall so his fingers could thread through Draco\'s fine blond hair, when Draco choked, stumbled back, and ran towards the house.



There was a pause. Lucius let himself imagine, just for a moment, that he might emerge and ask Ron with honeyed words and reassuring voice, to tell him all about his troubles.



Then Ron sighed and collected not only his own broom, but Draco\'s and Harry\'s as well before marching off.



"Fascinating," Lucius murmured to himself.



*~*



Lucius distracted himself with his work for a few months more. That, and the occasional visits of Harry to his study to preen on his lap and offer up teasing kisses, got him through for a time.



But one day, Harry regaled him with the story of a party at one Blaise Zambini\'s house. After the antics of Crabbe and Goyle, who managed to set both the cake and themselves afire, Harry had found Draco and Ron fighting in an upstairs room.



"So I said they should kiss and make up," Harry told him with delight. "So they did, and then Draco started shaking a bit while Ron was kissing him harder and harder, and just when I was going to join them, Blaise\'s mother came into the room and we all had to go downstairs to play Gobstones while the house elves watched over us."



Just the thought of Harry contemplating joining his playmates in that half-innocent, half-knowing embrace, all of them worked up and excited by this more complicated play...



Lucius was able to wait only two weeks before he found himself back at the brothel in Knockturn Alley.



*~*



"Ah, you\'ll be wanting our Nigel, then," the keeper said with relish when he entered the private sitting room.



"Yes, although...Do you have others like him?"



The man gave him an appraising look. "Costs as much as they all do separately plus a separate fee for having them together."



Lucius gave a nonchalant gesture, dismissing the concern about extra costs.



"Right then you are," the keeper said approvingly. "You\'d like...one more?"



"Two in addition to the regular one," Lucius corrected him.



The man\'s eyes widened as he obviously calculated the gains of that arrangement. "Very good, sir. Now, if you\'ll just come this way --"



*~*



Lucius returned home hours later, feeling as though he had finally satisfied a craving that had been driving him mad for weeks.



He had gotten his boyish dark-haired whore to wriggle against one of the others -- the second a scrawny blond who was obviously a short teenager rather than a boy, but did nicely for his purposes. The two of them sighed and grunted as they fondled each other and worked towards their pleasure (Lucius had instructed them not to use names or familiar terms for one another), both of them turning this way or that as Lucius instructed them so he could better see those small bodies writhing together, could better watch his personal whore\'s small body shiver with excitement.



And while that entertaining show took place, Lucius had bent over another of the whores, this one perhaps a young man, but with a luscious air of innocence about him as well as the requisite smallness in stature. He had sandy brown hair and wide blue eyes, and he panted hard and begged for more as Lucius fingered him with generous amounts of salve.



"Now, I would like to see you spend on him," Lucius ordered the scrawny blond. The boy grinned and reared back, kneeling, so that he could fist himself over the torso of the little dark haired whore.



"Lovely, lovely," Lucius whispered as the blond came, his narrow hips jerking, while little Nigel scooped the semen from his chest and dipped his fingers between his full red lips, licking the droplets away with a dreamy look in his eyes.



"Oh, please," the boy Lucius had riding his fingers burst out. He was tipped over the end of a velvet lounge, his toes just brushing the ground back and forth as Lucius made him jerk himself back against that welcome intrusion.



"Little one, come here," Lucius instructed in a silky voice. And his favorite whore came forward, first kissing Lucius with trembling lips, before following the obvious direction Lucius gave in shoving him to his knees and positioning the boy with the fingers up his arse standing in front of him.



"You like that, don\'t you, sweet boy," Lucius crooned. Nigel\'s dark nearly-black hair stuck up in all directions from his exercises on the bed, and his kiss-swollen lips pulled eagerly at the other boy\'s cock. "Show me how much, won\'t you?"



"Harder," Lucius told the one with sandy brown hair, shoving his pert buttocks forward until he was fucking the face of the small whore as he gasped and moved with uncontrolled thrusts.



"Oh, oh, I can\'t --" the boy stammered as Lucius added a third finger and crooked all three just so, just as the black haired whore pulled his lips off his prick with a pop and then took him in once more.



"Show him how much you want his come," Lucius said softly. Nigel gave a nod and sucked harder, reaching around to tug the other boy\'s buttocks forward at a more rapid pace until his small hands met Lucius\'s fingers as they dipped in and out of that twitching, greedy hole.



The keening wail the boy let out as he came was utterly wonderful. Lucius pondered idly as he extracted his fingers how he might play the sound, or indeed the entire decadent scene, for himself again later in a Pensieve.



The whore who had just spent himself lay twitching on the rug as Nigel climbed into Lucius\'s lap and twisted his lovely little bottom against Lucius\'s groin.



"Fuck," the boy on the rug choked out. "Can you -- oh god --"



"What say you, love?" Lucius purred at his regular boy. "It sounds as though he wants to be fucked hard. Shall I fuck him, or fuck you?"



"Me, please," the boy said in a perfect breathy voice. "I want you to...please..." His dark eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks as he let his lids close in a show of desire.



Oh yes; Lucius did so enjoy it when the boy played wide-eyed innocent instead of knowing harlot.



"Just so," Lucius agreed. He checked the boy\'s arse, smirking when he realized he was already slicked and ready for Lucius, before quickly undoing his flies and impaling the boy on his hard cock.



"Oh yes, oh please," the boy whimpered, throwing his head back and crying out in excitement as Lucius pinched his nipples and played with his small pretty cock. "You -- oh yes!"



Lucius maneuvered him roughly, slamming him up and down, finding his pleasure as he closed his eyes and thought of Harry flying on his broom, Harry grinning at him, Harry watching the other boys tussle with a sparkle in his fine green eyes, Harry, Harry, Harry.



Yes, Lucius reflected that night, alone in his study. He was only too glad to have an outlet for these urges, for these games for which Harry, for all his knowing looks and hot sweet mouth, was still far too young.







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