A New Family For Harry

Hello all! I apologize for the RIDICULOUS wait between updates for this story. Thing was, my computer died on me back in January, and I couldn\'t really write/update this particular fic from other online access because of, well, the subject matter of this story.



So I did take a break because of that. But! I now have a new, shiny computer, which is mine, all mine, and can finally continue this story. I really hope people who have been so kind to read and review in the past will enjoy this update, and subsequent updates.



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Anyway, I truly am sorry for making you all wait this long. If there\'s anyone out there who is still reading this fic, I hope you like what follows. Please do tell me what you think.



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"I\'m ten years old!" Draco insisted. "I should be able to visit if I wish!"



"This topic once more?" Lucius remarked in a mild voice as he unfurled a parchment of correspondence at his desk. He gazed at the paper, seemingly absorbed by its contents, while he surreptitiously cast a glance at his distraught son.



Lucius could tell his son was barely able to restrain himself from stamping his foot. But the recent attainment of the decade mark had been very important to Draco, especially as he had been able to go on a trip with Lucius all alone for the first time in his young life.



They had travelled to France, visited the chateau of their forefathers together (now occupied by distant cousins of Lucius\'s), and Draco had learned the details of his ancestry from Lucius during their holiday spent marking the various mansions and lands which either still belonged to them or had belonged to their family in the past. The genealogy of his wizarding predecessors had done much to convey to Draco the importance of his family\'s place in the world, so much so that he had valiantly attempted to desist from some of his former childlike habits, such as sleeping with his favorite stuffed dragon or throwing crockery at the house elves.



Oh, Draco still could attain fits of high dudgeon when he so chose; it was just that he tried to inflect them with greater gravity as befitting one who had reached ten full years of life.



Of course, Lucius would take Harry on a similar voyage for his tenth birthday. It was possible Harry would make similar insistence upon reaping the benefits of his attained years after his trip, but as Lucius\'s ward had appeared in the main amused by Draco\'s antics about his status, Lucius very much doubted it.



"Ah, but Harry is only nine as yet," Lucius reminded his son.



Draco stopped his protest before it flew out of his mouth, apparently stymied.



"You wish to convince me you are of a proper age to visit the Weasleys as they have invited you both, but Harry, as a member of this family and intimate of yours, has not yet reached your advanced years."



"We should both be able to go," Draco replied, slowly at first and then speeding up as his young mind seized upon a solution, "Because I am ten, and so will be able to look after him even if he is only nine years old, and make certain he will come to no trouble." He nodded, satisfied with this rationale. "You can rely upon me, Papa."



Lucius tilted his head, pretending to consider this proposal. "While I am sure Harry would appreciate your guardianship of his person in his presently benighted state, the fact remains that even at the estimable years you have reached, you are still a year too young to make such a visit to another household."



"Ron visits us!" Draco bursts out. "He has done, since we were --" He screwed up his face, trying to remember how long it had been since the youngest Weasley son had begun regular calls upon the Manor.



"The Weasleys are free to allow any of their brood to stay with friends at whatever age they deem fit. Be that as it may, your mother and I have decided that you are not to visit a household of someone not in your family until you are eleven years of age, and have attended at least one term at Hogwarts. Wouldn\'t you agree that at such time you would be even more advanced in your already remarkable maturity?"



Draco did stamp his feet then, first one and then the other, before bursting out, "Please!"



"Has he said yes?" Harry asked in an excited undertone as he slipped through the door and scurried to stand by Draco\'s side. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his green eyes sparkled as he stole a sly glance at Lucius.



"He has not," Lucius informed him dryly, attempting to keep his mouth from curving upwards at this display.



"Ron has visited us ever so many times," Harry began. "And he invited us especially, so really it wouldn\'t be right if we didn\'t go, because --"



"Enough," Lucius declared, shaking his head at Draco\'s stormy expression and Harry\'s cajoling one. "I have tasks to which I must attend. Both of you, either turn your attention to your studies, or find something to occupy you in the gardens."



Draco screwed up his reddened face and stomped out.



Lucius sighed and picked up a quill, not bothering to react to the slam of the door when it came.



"Is there no chance we might visit Ron?" a quiet voice asked from his side.



"You did not leave as I asked." Lucius took Harry\'s hand, and contrary to his demands that he be left alone, drew him closer.



Harry shook his head in all seriousness. "I thought perhaps I might ask you on my own."



"And see if you would receive an answer different from Draco\'s?" Lucius carded his fingers through Harry\'s messy topknot, allowing himself a small smile when Harry sighed and moved closer into his touch.



"It would be an experience to broaden our minds and horizons," Harry remarked in a cagey tone while he trailed a finger along the top of Lucius\'s thigh.



"Ah, I see. Its value would be purely educational."



Harry nodded solemnly, stroking as far as he dared along the inseam of Lucius\'s tailored trousers, knowing Lucius would halt his motion before it went too far.



"And this would have nothing whatsoever to do with Ron\'s brother Charlie\'s delayed coming of age party at last being celebrated at The Burrow?"



Harry hid his grin by burying his head in Lucius\'s lap. "Nothing at all," he mumbled.



Lucius tucked a lock of Harry\'s hair behind the pink shell of his ear. "If you were allowed to attend upon the Weasleys on this occasion --"



"We would be very well-behaved and responsible," Harry assured him. He pressed forward, climbing onto Lucius\'s lap and rubbing his cheek against Lucius\'s waistcoat.



"Hmmm." Lucius caressed Harry\'s back and then looked down, unsurprised to find Harry turning his small ruby-lipped mouth to him.



"Do you think a kiss the cost of such a favor?" Lucius\'s voice was hoarse as he smoothed his thumb over Harry\'s lush bottom lip.



"It\'s all you\'ll allow me to offer," Harry replied playfully, scooting forward on Lucius\'s lap.



How tempting the boy was, how much more tempting he became with each passing day, Lucius reflected as he halted Harry\'s progress.



"If I were to let the two of you go, it would not be because of a kiss," he said gently.



"It wouldn\'t?" Harry leaned forward just enough to brush his lips along the edge of Lucius\'s jaw. Ah, the little minx, Lucius smirked to himself. Though he had not allowed more than kisses and relatively innocent caresses, Harry\'s wiles had increased in the past months, and his keenly curious exploring of the boundaries which Lucius maintained had not halted in the slightest despite Lucius\'s careful checking of too much amorous progress.



"It would be because you had convinced me that you would comport yourself properly, and represent the Malfoy household and the Potter name with care."



"I promise," Harry whispered with a grin. "Now may I have my kiss?"



In answer, Lucius tipped Harry\'s chin up, taking the boy\'s mouth in a sweet, light pass against those soft lips.



Harry made a pleased hum, and wound his arms around Lucius\'s neck, coaxing to make Lucius increase the strength of the kiss.



Just for a moment, a vision flashed in Lucius\'s mind, a picture of the boy he visited on occasion in Knockturn Alley. In his last meeting with the pretty whore, Lucius had had Nigel kissing him just so, squirming on his lap as Harry was. But Nigel had done so without so much as a cloth on his body, until he rubbed his lovely prick against Lucius with the most desperate and delicious of sounds, bring them both to heightened satisfaction.



His fingers tightened around Harry\'s waist, as the past vision and present sight of this lovely child blurred together. Harry made an encouraging, appreciative sound, trying to position himself so that his small hips could press against Lucius.



"Ah, no, my sweet," Lucius said in a husky voice. He took one last kiss, a shadow of what he wished to make it in depth and duration, and then moved Harry to stand before pressing his lips to Harry\'s forehead.



"When we go on our holiday together," Harry said in a strained voice. "Might we --?"



"We will still hold back from anything I deem inappropriate," Lucius answered him.



Harry frowned, but then brightened. "I know. But we can kiss any time we choose!"



"When we are alone," Lucius corrected, but he smiled, returning Harry\'s pleased grin.



In truth, he was both looking forward to and dreading his trip alone with Harry. Having his delectable ward in his sole possession for several days was a gift unparalleled to any he had received thus far; having this erotic sprite of a boy alone with him in distant lands, where he might press his advantage and enjoy the lovely fruits of that lithe body was a test of every limit he had attempted to set himself while waiting for Harry to gain years and maturity.



Harry reached out to tug him forward, and Lucius indulged him, finding one more moment of sweet tantilizing promise in Harry\'s pretty bud of a mouth.



"You will behave yourself on our journey together when we travel to celebrate your ten years, and do as I say?" Lucius asked him.



Harry licked his kiss-bruised lips. "If we may go to visit Ron and his family as we\'ve been asked next week," he offered in a cheeky voice.



Lucius tutted at him as if expressing disapproval, but was internally well-pleased at Harry\'s deft negotiation.



"If I must, to ensure your well-being," he said with a put-upon sigh.



"Truly?" Harry actually clapped his hands together. "I\'ll go tell Draco!"



Lucius laughed. "Perhaps not just yet -- at your luncheon, you may."



Harry blinked, and then pressing a finger to his mouth, smiled in an expression of dawning awareness. If Harry was growing old enough to bargain effectively, he was also learning when he needed to take care not to betray his special moments with Lucius. Keeping his just-kissed debauched expression from others was now part of that advanced knowledge. "All right," he said with a little bounce as he stood.



"Now, you must be off," Lucius said with finality.



As his ward beamed at him and raced to the door, Lucius took a deep breath, letting it out as the door finally closed and he was alone at last.



He had never regretted letting Harry have more freedom with him (while still observing careful limitations and making it clear to Harry that he must obey Lucius\'s parameters) since Harry\'s last birthday. It did, however, make the completion of everyday business far more distracting when he found he might enjoy stolen moments of delight with his mischievous ward on any given day.



Still, Lucius reflected as he shoved his papers aside, and unfastened his flies to take out his stiff cock, such distracting interruptions were well worth any attending troubles he subsequently encountered.







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