Could You Love Me?

Author: TheSiner
Title: Could you love me?
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama and some attempted humour :)
Pairings: Harry/Lucius; Draco/?; Severus/?(mentioned)
Word Count: ~ 140,000
Summary: HP/LM, slash, mpreg. Lucius forces Harry to marry him. Things get bad and then they get better. This is a story about two different people from different worlds trying to make it work. Complete.
Rating: For some sex, but there’s not that much of it.
Disclaimer: These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates. I am not making any money.
Warnings: slash, mpreg - a boy having a baby, OOC (kind of), non-canon, not betaedited, dubious consent, A/U – it is the same old Wizarding world though. And there is angst and emotional suffering.
Setting:– after Harry’s fifth year. Lucius doesn’t get caught at the Ministry.
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THE FIRST PART– WHY ME?

1. Cruel intentions

The war was finally over. It had ended before really starting, had happened suddenly, and was quite unexpected. Not that every reasonable wizard in Britain wasn’t relieved when The-Boy-Who- Lived became The-Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must -Not-Be-Named when he duelled The Dark Lord after attack on Hogwarts Express in the end of his fifth year.

Lucius hadn’t been surprised. While the Dark Lord was an extremely powerful wizard, the man had many character flaws, which made him more vulnerable than many otherwise mediocre wizards. Voldemort had always been too arrogant and self-assured and did not understand human nature.
It had not been revealed what really happened and what spells Potter actually used. No matter how persistent the media and the Minister had been, ‘The Young Hero’ had been as tight lipped as ever. It was obvious that Dumbledore knew, of course, but the ‘old coot’ as some had nicknamed has never been keen to share his secrets.

Lucius was sure that Potter had gotten The Dark Lord with something ironically simple, like petrificus totalus or incarcerous - something like that and then used some kind of weapon, the infamous sword perhaps? That was his version. The ex-Death Eater refused to believe that the Gryffindor poster boy could handle unforgivables. Or there had been some elaborated trap or ward set up by the headmaster and Potter had just been the one to deliver the final strike. It had been possible because no one else but Lucius Malfoy had informed the Order about the impending attack.

Unsurprisingly, no one had suspected Lucius as a spy. Well, the wizard didn’t really like to be called ‘a spy’. It sounded like he was sneaking somewhere in the shadows and he had not done such thing. There had been nothing ugly or distasteful; betrayal had been graceful performed by Lucius Malfoy. And subtly.
If any other Death Eater had declared that the wizard had changed his alliances and supported The Light, he would have been crucioed by The Dark Lord himself and laughed at by his colleagues.

However, it was the truth, at least technically.

Actually, Lucius never had to change sides, because he has always been only on one side, which was his own. While doing The Dark Lord’s bidding had not interfered with his own wishes too much, sometimes it had been uncomfortable, but bearable and there had been certain gains.
The wizard had sworn allegiances to Voldemort in the beginning of the first war when he had acted more as an influential politician, and had been less of an insane Dark Wizard who was obsessed with dark magic, his own immortality and a teenage boy.

It had been a mistake. Soon Lucius realized that their leader was obsessed with his own power and revenge and too deep in Dark Magic, which was powerful and useful, but could harm the user when abused; that he enjoyed bloodsheds and violence that his ideas were becoming too extreme for the Malfoy heir’s liking and honestly – Lord Voldemort was turning into a madman.

Lucius was very young and he made a mistake, but he was not foolish, so he realized that soon enough and luckily made it intact out of the first war claiming that he had been bewitched by Voldemort. Moreover, the Ministry was happy to believe him. That had a lot to do with his influence and bribes, besides there had been many people who hadn’t wanted to see one of the oldest family lines destroyed, even if they hadn’t liked Lucius personally.

When it had became evident that Voldemort had returned, Lucius offered his services to Dumbledore, meaning providing The Order with information to bring down the maniac. And he did what he had promised. Nothing more of course. He was not going to lick Dumbledore’s boots like many others; he was not going to change his ways to please anyone either.

However, it made him something like a hero of the Wizarding world now. Lucius had made sure that his and Severus Snape’s services were noted and they got their credit for everything they had done to aid Dumbledore, Harry Potter, The Order and the Wizarding World in general. Even if some said that money could not buy everything, some prise from ‘The Daily Prophet’ cost even less than some would think. Severus had been furious; as usually he hadn’t cared about the public opinion, but sometimes one had to take care of old friends ignoring the following verbal abuse.

Not that they didn’t deserve the credit. After all they had risked their lives by spying on the most dangerous wizard in Britain. And more. Shortly before the Dark Lord’s fall, it had been Lucius who had convinced some of the Death Eaters, like Crabbes and Goyles and Notts, to turn against their Master and arrange so those who were loyal beyond reason were incapacitated and portkeyed to Azkaban.

Of course, many wizards still were convinced that both Slytherins deserved to rot in the prison. However, there was nothing they could do. There were not enough of those who really cared to cause any serious trouble and the rest of the mob had very short attention span.

Who cared abut the Death Eaters who had changed sides and did not cause any immediate problems when “The Daily Prophet” was prattling about Harry Potter. They were running one article after another, describing his glorious life, friends, favourite food, possible crushes and school grades, which were nothing special – very average, by the way.

Of course, Lucius mused, the brat must be thinking that his status is enough and he could be lazy. He didn’t believe most of the things ‘The Prophet’ wrote and unfortunately, only photographs of The Boy Who Lived were more than three years old. And that was also when Lucius had seen the child the last time. Despite his cooperation with Dumbledore and his Order, Lucius hadn’t seen much of Potter; probably the boy was kept away from him on purpose. Lucius knew that they didn’t trust him completely. This was quite sensible, really.

Due to privacy charm the boy was using no one was able to take any pictures of him. Too good to show himself to commoners, wasn’t he? Or it was a very clever tactics, to pique everyone’s interest even more. It annoyed Lucius Malfoy to no end.

The fact that Lucius had no idea what the Potter brat looked like now at the age of almost sixteen was irritating. Harry Potter’s appearance was not that important, but, still, Lucius didn’t want to be married to someone ugly even if it was The-Boy-Who-Lived, if it could be helped. But, then, he reasoned that it could not be that bad – James Potter and boy’s mother had been good-looking people. That Lucius knew, after all their pictures had been plastered all over the newspapers when Potter had defeated The Dark Lord for the first time.

And, anyway, it was not so important if Potter was ugly or drop dead gorgeous… Lucius Malfoy was going to marry the brat anyway. No one and nothing was going to stop him from claiming The Hero of The Wizarding World.


2. Telling Harry

“Lucius it is madness!” Albus Dumbledore was as close to screaming as he ever got. It was something almost unbelievable, not many people could claim that they had seen the headmaster loose his temper and show it. The twinkle was nowhere in sight.

“Law is on my side, you know that headmaster,” the Malfoy patriarch stated coldly picking imaginary lint from his expensive, dark blue robes.

“I am not talking about the law, Lucius. It is not about the law. You don’t have to do it just because you can. It is not only about an archaic law and… It is about the boy’s life, do you really think he would agree to this of his own free will? Harry will not want it. How can you just ruin the boy’s life like this? Think about it!” The headmaster sounded desperate.

“I know that I don’t have to do it, but you are right,” Lucius admitted not affected by older wizard’s words. “I can. And I want to and I will. Summon Potter and Mr. McErmine will inform him about the contract and answer his questions. I have more important things to attend to right now,” the tall, aristocratic blonde turned around to leave.

“You are not even going to talk to Harry yourself?” Albus Dumbledore was perplexed and indignant at the other wizard’s attitude.

Lucius turned back and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at older wizard: “Why? It is not necessary. Mr. McErmine is competent enough.” Besides the wizard really did not want to witness any more drama if he had a perfect excuse to avoid it.

“Lucius!” The headmaster shouted, but Malfoy was already gone.

Albus Dumbledore slumped in his chair. He needed a headache potion.


***
It was two weeks after Harry had confronted Voldemort. He had been finally released from the hospital wing, but hadn’t left Hogwarts yet, because it was agreed that it would be better to keep an eye on the boy just in case. Harry understood. While he was physically all right… well… probably, he was not that all right otherwise.

The boy was walking towards the headmaster’s office, wondering what Dumbledore wanted this time. Harry hoped that his Mentor was not going to insist they discussed what had happened with him and Voldemort again or worse - he would not be ordered to go back to Dursleys for some reason.

“Jelly Boggart,” the young wizard called out the password. Jelly Boggarts were the new hit proudly presented by Zonko’s. When you opened the box those candies turned in the thing the person feared the most, only they were made of jelly. There were different favours – strawberries, raspberries, cranberries, banana, apples… That was a great idea. A pink, sweet smelling jelly dementor really was not that scary, as Harry had found out. He had received tons of sweets from well-wishers while recovering in the Hospital Wing.

“Good afternoon, Headmaster!” The dark haired Gryffindor greeted and frowned noticing that there was another wizard in the room. Someone he had never seen before. Harry didn’t much like people he didn’t know and was instantly wary of the wizard.
The man was short and thin, he had dark grey hair, which was neatly smoothed (or rather plastered), to his head. He was wearing glasses with thin golden frame and grey robe. The man appeared to be very stiff and somewhat boring, which was strange, because not always it was possible to tell something like that just by looking at someone, but in this case it was.

“Hello, my boy,” Dumbledore answered and smiled, but Harry knew the headmaster good enough to notice when his smile was rather strained and the eyes lacked the merry twinkle.

“Is something wrong?” The young wizard was getting nervous; it had to be serious if the old wizard was upset. “Will I have to return to the Dursleys’?”

“No, no, my boy. You will stay here or, I suppose, you could visit the Weasleys… And…I don’t know how to explain this better to you…This is Mr. Erfurt McErmine, he is a solicitor from ‘Ermine and Sons’. Harry there is something I must tell you. Believe me I tried to convince Mr. Malfoy, but… I have failed. Please stay calm and listen what Mr. McErmine says and then we will discuss it. Oh, my, I must be getting old and forgetful! Care for some tea, no? Maybe lemons drop?”

Harry shook his head. He did not like where this was going.

The Gray man or Mr. McErmine took a parchment out of is bag and started to talk in monotonous, dry voice: “You Mr. Potter are the only heir of Sirius Black due to his will and last testament and you have accepted that honour and also the obligations. This makes you Harry Potter Black and you are the last who is carrying Black name, since no other descendant of the Black line carries the name of ‘Black’. Am I correct?”

Of course, there was nothing to object to. Sirius had died last year during the Triwizard Tournament, trying to save Harry and Cedric Digory. Killed by his own cousin – Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry was still seeing that in his nightmares. The cemetery, Sirius jumping in front of Cedric…

However, unaware or not caring of the bad memories he had brought up, McErmine continued his monologue.
“This bounds you to meet all the contractual obligations made by the Black family. You see, Sirius Black’s father, Orion Black, as the head of the Black family made a contract with the Malfoy family, to be accurate Mr. Abraxas Carius Malfoy. According to this contract, the Black family is obliged to provide the Malfoy family members with spouses if requested. Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy is insisting on his contractual rights,” the Gray Man concluded.

“What exactly that means?” Harry was not sure if he got it right. It wasn’t making any sense. Did Malfoy want Harry to find him a wife? That was just… ridiculous.

“It means, that Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy is requesting your hand in marriage. You, Mr. Potter-Black, will be wed to Mr. Lucius Malfoy the day you reach the age of consent, which means, become sixteen years old. July 31st, if I have been correctly informed.”

Harry gaped. What the… What kind of sick joke was this? Only that Mr. McErmine didn’t look like someone who had a good sense of humour.

“No! How can that… No!” Harry cried out. He could not believe it. He couldn’t!

Albus Dumbledore sighed, but only inwardly; he should stay strong for Harry: “My, boy, I am afraid it is true. Let me explain this to you. Orion Black made this contract as a head of the Black house. And it is not that simple. I didn’t know that such contract existed and apparently, Sirius didn’t as well. Our biggest problem is that there is a Black law. A special law concerning The Black House, it is an archaic law, but it states that the head of the house under certain conditions can make certain decisions concerning other members of family. Namely Orion at the time.”

“This was one of those decisions. There were some restrictions of course; this kind of contract could be addressed only to successors who were not born yet. It didn’t concern Sirius, but could affect his children. In addition, of course, after Orion’s death, Sirius became the head of The Black house and he could have cancelled the contract if he did not want his children to marry in the Malfoy family. But I assume that Sirius didn’t know anything about its existence.”

“Then it is easy!” Harry exclaimed. “I can just cancel the contract!” He had a hope.

“I am sorry, but, no,” the old wizard sighed. “You are not the head of the house yet – that will happen when you become seventeen years old, an adult by the Wizarding law. The Black house is actually technically headless right now. However, unfortunately, you can get married as soon as you turn sixteen.”

Harry was shocked, too shocked to think coherently: “Does Malfoy wants me to marry Draco! He’s insane! We hate each other!” Gryffindor shouted.

“Actually, no, Mr. Potter., Mr. Lucius Malfoy is eligible bachelor now. He got divorced from his wife since she was convinced to life term imprisonment in Azkaban for her misdeeds and that is a very valid reason to divorce a spouse even in pure blood families. Mr. Malfoy is requesting your hand in marriage for himself, not for his son. You will be wed to Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on your sixteenth birthday.”

That was last thing Harry heard, because he ran out of Dumbledore’s office without looking back.

***

Harry was sitting some dark corner under stairs somewhere in the castle, he really didn’t have a clear idea where exactly… the boy was hugging his knees, holding his legs close to his slender body and rocking back and forth. He wanted to cry. He should be crying… but the tears just were not coming. He could not even choose when he cried!

He could not believe, what was happening.

This was unbelievable. How could Lucius Malfoy marry him against his will? Why would that bastard want to marry him at all! Harry knew that sometimes even stranger things happened in the Wizarding world. The half-giants came from somewhere, didn’t they? And there were even some threesomes for God’s sake! But Malfoy and him, that seemed even more unnatural than any of those… how could he? It was weird; it was insane it was…

It was so unfair…

What did Lucius Malfoy want? What was this marriage going to mean? He still had two years in Hogwarts… These and hundreds of other questions were spinning in young wizard’s head… He just didn’t want it! He didn’t want to marry that man! He…No!

Harry simply wanted to be left alone, to live his own life.

Harry felt so small, so lonely. So weak and sad and even more miserable than usually … the boy just couldn’t accept what was happening.

3. Public announcement

A week after finding out about the contract Harry pretended that nothing had changed. Several times, he visited Madame Pomfrey, who in the end grudgingly admitted that there wasn’t anything wrong with Harry physically or magically and informed him that she was going to go on vacation, leaving the castle. It was good news, because that meant the overbearing mediwitch would be getting out of his hair and Harry had felt relieved to hear that the witch would not return to the school until the end of August.

The young wizard was trying very hard to hold onto sense of normalcy by doing his homework, reading and chasing the snitch on the Quidditch pitch, walking around the lake and owling his friends as often as possible. Harry visited Hagrid, who almost managed to take the boy’s mind off things with his stories about strange beasts, which the Half-Giant thought that he certainly had to acquire. He spent time in the Owlery talking to Hedwig and wondering if she understood, what was happening.

Also Harry was ignoring all of the Headmaster’s attempts to talk to him. He just couldn’t…

Albus gave up for now, decided to give Harry time, and hoped that the boy would come to him when he was ready to face the situation. The headmaster was truly worried and very sad. Harry had just freed himself and the world from Voldemort and it had been a traumatising experience. That was the main reason Harry hadn’t been sent to Dursleys, the headmaster feared what could happen if he was forced to live with his relatives. Albus feared that the boy was not capable to deal with the situation in which Lucius Malfoy was forcing him. Nonetheless, there was not much he could do.

The old wizard was diligently looking for laws and other means to cancel or avoid fulfilling the contract, but all of the other options were much worse than this marriage. He called in debts and used his connections in the Ministry and other places. Albus Dumbledore believed that he owed Harry at least that much and more. He even talked to Severus Snape and prompted him to talk to Lucius, since it was no secret that the two were fairly good friends. For Slytherins at least.

Snape professionally hid his shock and then snorted and informed the Headmaster that it was none of his business and why would he care about what Lucius was up to or about what happened to Potter. However, the next day the Potions Master returned to Dumbledore’s office, looking more surly than usual, and announced that there was nothing he could do to change the inbred half-wit’s mind. Lucius had finally cracked his brain.

No matter if the Potions Master claimed to hate Harry Potter, even he didn’t think that what Lucius tried to do to the poor boy was right. Or that was what the Headmaster hoped. He had always believed that the harsh Slytherin had a kind heart, even if, as rumour claimed, he usually kept it somewhere in a jar stored on the top shelf of his laboratory among pickled newt eyes, chopped Dragon liver and other potions ingredients.

***

Harry was trying to enjoy his breakfast at the teacher’s table in The Great Hall. He didn’t eat much, wasn’t very hungry lately, but Harry was trying, because he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of disapproving glances from his professors. There were not a lot of people at the table: Harry, the Headmaster, Argus Filch, professor Sprout and of course Snape who was glaring at Harry even more than usually, as if he had committed some terrible offence. Harry wondered who had pissed in man’s cauldron and why Snape was blaming him again.

Harry was relieved when he saw the owls flying in through the window bringing the morning mail and ‘The Daily Prophet’. He hoped that it was going to be enough to distract the Headmaster from Harry and his poor eating habits.

But today… later Harry wished he never subscribed ‘The Daily Prophet’. Or never been born…

There was a big headline on the first page: LUCIUS MALFOY ANNOUNCES HIS MARRIAGE TO THE HERO OF THE WIZARDING WORLD - HARRY POTTER - BLACK.

Harry’s hands started to tremble. That couldn’t be… in the ‘Prophet’… everyone could see, everyone knew… so that was true… his friends would find out… he had not told Ron and Hermione yet… and the Weasleys… Merlin, everyone knew now!

There was a picture of smug and aristocratic looking Lucius Malfoy and some old photo of Harry wearing round glasses, rumpled school uniform and his hair sticking out in every direction even more than usually… the boy had not been more than thirteen when the picture had been taken and looked a lot younger.

But Harry actually didn’t see that… the Great Hall was suddenly spinning and the world collapsed around him.

***

When Harry started to wake up, he could already tell by specific aroma of potions and sterility that he was in the Hospital Wing once again. Light was too bright… but Harry slowly pried his eyes open.

“Harry!”

“Mate!”

Someone cried out and he was pulled in his friend’s arms. Ron and Hermione.

“Hi,” he greeted weakly…

“Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore told us everything, I am so sorry, I didn’t know... me and Ron, we will stay here. We will help you! We will go to library and find something. That will never happen, we will not allow it!” Hermione exclaimed hotly. Harry wasn’t sure if she tried to convince him or herself.

“Yes, mate, we will help you. Everything’s going to be fine,” Ron didn’t say ‘I promise’, Harry noticed.

***

Next week or two… Harry was not that sure, he kind of lost track of time… but next week or two were pretty hectic. All of the Weasleys and Remus came to tell him that everything was going to be all right and they would find some way out of this madness.

Harry also got a lot of mail. Some where howlers, bashing him for marrying a Death Eater. As if it had been his idea! Of course, the article in the Prophet had implied if not exactly that, then certainly, that Harry was happy about his marriage to Malfoy.
There were also wizards and witches who were expressing concern, urging Harry to consider everything he knew about Malfoy. As if he had a choice…

The worst were the many congratulations though… some were in all shades of pink and a lot of those were singing cheerful ‘have a merry wedding and a happy life’ kind of songs. Those made Harry want to weep. Because he couldn’t afford to rave and scream, to become angry (if he didn’t want his magic to kill someone), but sometime wanted that as well.

Then there were letters from his other Gryffindor friends asking if it was true and… Harry just couldn’t deal with those. They were his friends and he was marrying not only a Death Eater, but also a man he did not love, who was Draco Malfoy’s father… What could he tell them? The truth? No, the truth was too humiliating. To admit that he was helpless and desperate. Tell that he couldn’t wait to marry Lucius Malfoy? Even worse. Luckily, Hermione took up that task answering letters in vague and formal manner. However she verified that Harry was getting married.

It was no surprise that the most of the Wizarding world was congratulating him though. After that article in ‘Prophet’… Harry read it properly when he came to his senses. Since Poppy was not at Hogwarts Snape was ‘attending to his needs’…but that was another story.

It was terrible. Snape, of course was also terrible, but no matter how hard he tried, the article in ‘The Prophet’ was worse this time. It looked like something Lucius Malfoy would write himself. Probably that was the case.

Amelia Boltun was going on and on about how wonderful was that two prominent members of the Wizarding society were joining their hands in marriage and praising their not less prominent families.

She went on and on about Lucius’ contribution to downfall of Voldemort and also Harry’s. Logically. Mrs. Boltun even came to conclusion that Mr. Malfoy would be the most suitable husband for ‘the Young Hero of the Wizarding world’, because of his experience, immaculate education, and knowledge of Wizarding customs, which Harry Potter with his muggle upbringing regrettably lacked…, and there Harry stopped reading. He could not take more of this… blatant fabrication.

The article was so sugary. The woman had made it look like Lucius Malfoy was some kind of Prince Charming in the Fairy Tale that was Harry Potter’s life. She could not be further from the truth.

Ron was seething. He insisted that Harry should tell everyone the truth; let everybody know that Malfoy was making him to do it. Harry snapped back that it would not change anything. The Wizarding world never listen to anything he said, every other day they implied that he might be unstable and that his new husband might even keep him in check. No, trying to go to the papers wouldn’t help, it wouldn’t void the contract, if only make Malfoy angry and he was not going to humiliate himself even more.

Yeah, as far as he was concerned the Wizarding Britain could think that he was dying to marry Malfoy… and dying because he couldn’t wait or just dying… who would care anyway? They had their little sweet fairy tale – marriage of the century between the Hero and the head of the respectable Malfoy House. Joining of the two families who had not been on the friendly terms in the past and now where putting their feud behind them. What a relief to everyone!

Then Harry Potter ran away, locked himself in his room and cried his heart out for the first time since this madness had started. He was starting to realize that it was real. It was really happening and it was happening to him.

***

Harry’s birthday was coming closer and closer. Everyone knew what that meant. Albus Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Remus Lupin and most of the Order were desperately trying to find something, something Lucius Malfoy had missed. Something to free Harry of that terrible contract.

They had not succeeded yet. There were some possibilities, like catching incurable illness or if Harry becoming a werewolf, but all of them were less appealing than the unwanted marriage. Lucius had even made a contract with the Dursleys, as it was discovered, which stated that they had no objections to anything what he did with their nephew. The boy wondered how much the evil bastard had paid them or if his ‘family’ had done that out of sheer malice.

It turned out; Harry couldn’t refuse the Black name anymore once he had accepted it.

Lucius had also made an official claim on Harry, which meant that even if Harry got some witch pregnant the child would have to be aborted or become Lucius’ charge. Therefore, that would not change anything in this particular case. However Hermione had volunteering to be the proud mother in exact moment when she heard of that chance, of course out of sheer friendly devotion, but they both were getting suspicious looks from Ron anyway.

Harry was grateful for all the help he was getting. But he didn’t think that Malfoy had made any mistakes. He would get married. And why not?

He had thought that he was free at last. No Dursleys, no Voldemort… That was too good to be truth. He had wanted too much. He wanted to make his own choices. But he was The-Boy-Who-Lived… the Prophesy had made the choice for him, then other people made choices for him all his life. When they made him live with the Dursleys (he had kind of forgiven Dumbledore for that, but he would never forget), when Voldemort made him his target number one, when the Wizarding world made him their champion and public property… and now.

Not fair… but when had his life been fair?

***

Hermione and Ron were worried. Every day Harry was getting more and more withdrawn and unhappy. However, they didn’t have a heart to nag their friend about that. They could imagine how hard it was for barely sixteen years old Gryffindor. Harry hadn’t even dated anyone yet… none of them had! Ron swore that he would kill Lucius Malfoy. Hermione had to explain that Harry would be even more miserable if his best friend went to Azkaban because of him. That had made the point, but it seemed that the only way for Harry to escape the forced marriage would be if Lucius Malfoy dropped dead.

Ron and Hermione tried to cheer Harry up, talk him into playing exploding snap or wizard chess but with lack of success. They tried to make sure that he was at least eating, they were even leaving chocolate frogs on the boy’s bed… it appeared that he was eating, but they could not be sure, because Harry usually came to The Grate Hall, played with his food, barely touching it. Then he grabbed a sandwich and disappeared somewhere for the rest of the day. Ron and Hermione suspected that their friend was hiding in the Room of Requirements and brooding. But truly – who could blame him?

They were not in the best of moods themselves. Hermione had spent most of her waking hours in the library looking for a solution, but she was loosing hope. They all were. She didn’t want to admit defeat yet, but… everything they found Lucius Malfoy or his lawyers had apparently foreseen already. If the situation had been different, the girl had admired how smart the bastard was.

Unfortunately it wasn’t.

***

Harry was visited by a ‘delegacy’ from his future husband two weeks before the wedding. There were two witches and a wizard. They were measuring Harry for his robes and telling him about the wedding. The boy was asked (politely of course), to part with the privacy charm, he was using, Mr. Potter-Black, soon to be Mr. Potter-Black-Malfoy wouldn’t want to spoil the wedding pictures by having his face look blurry on them, would he?

Then one of them cast some spells to fix his eyes. Lucius Malfoy’s order. Apparently the pure blood was not excited to have four-eyed husband… no one asked the boy if he agreed to part with his glasses though.

In fact, he wasn’t asked anything at all. Apparently, they, (or Malfoy) didn’t care about Harry’s opinion.

Harry didn’t even get their names; he kind of dazed off and missed what they were saying.

Why had he to go to the wedding at all if it was not even requested that he said ‘yes’? It made no sense.

If Harry really refused, Malfoy could just put him in full body bind, toss over shoulder and carry back to his Manor. He felt really helpless. It was a very bad feeling.

4. The wedding

In the morning of his wedding day, Harry felt light-headed and strangely calm. Also, he found it was a bit hard to concentrate on things. He didn’t really notice what a fine day it was – clear and sunny. Old witches would have said that it was a good omen and the last day of July was a fine one for a wedding. But not many would have agreed.

Harry Potter certainly wouldn’t if he hadn’t had serious trouble with concentrating on things.

Things like eating his breakfast and getting a little bit sick. Things like Ron and Hermione saying, that they still loved him and would love him no matter what and were going to be there for him and that they would do anything to help him.

Things like Remus hugging the boy who was the only that was left from his best friend and Lily who both would be heartbroken if they ever knew and Mr. Weasley saying something meant to be encouraging. Harry kind of noticed Fred, George and Charlie stopping by and trying to make him feel better, but didn’t really get what they were saying. It all kind of floated past him. It was all like one weird dream.

Most of them inquired about his wellbeing. The Headmaster asked if the boy was well.

Of course he was. Harry was always fine. He nodded vigorously and said everyone ‘thank you’. His ‘I am alright’ act was well practiced and had been employed many times. It was not as if he meant to mislead them. Harry just did not want others to worry. Those were white lies.

If he had been more focused, Harry would have noticed Ginny bursting in tears and running out of the room.

He just couldn’t pay enough attention to Molly Weasley who was helping him put on the pristine white wedding robe, that had white lilies stitched on the hems and cuffs. Brushing his hair, telling that it was beautiful and Harry was beautiful and wiping away a couple of stray tears that had gathered in her eyes while she was preparing Harry for his ‘big day’.

Still some tears rolled down Harry’s own cheeks when he was riding to the place where the ceremony would be held in a flying carriage that his future husband had sent after him. Hermione gently wiped them away with her handkerchief and the rest of the ride Harry spent held by the both of his best friends.

The carriage was simply amazing. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, showing to everyone who might have had any doubts that the Malfoys were rich beyond reason. It was spacious – larger inside than it looked from outside as it was common in the Wizarding world. The corpus was made of dark, shiny ebony and bore the Malfoy crest, cast in gold on the door. On the inside not only the seats, but the walls and the roof as well, all was cowered with dark blue velvet. If Harry had paid attention, he would be admiring two powerful, striking abraxans pulling the carriage as well.

But Harry kind of missed the most of the splendour. It was not he who was getting married. It was happening to someone else. Some other pale, dark-haired boy who had brilliant green eyes.

Someone else stepped inside the big hall and was greeted by clapping and jubilance as he approached Lucius Malfoy and some old wizard who was going to do the ritual. He didn’t get what exactly the old wizard was doing or saying. He felt the ring pushed on his finger (and for a moment wondered why it didn’t burn his skin). He felt the other person taking hold of his chin and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Harry didn’t see the other person well; everything was somewhat blurry…

Someone else was standing somewhere in the ballroom and letting people greet him, shake his hand, kiss him on both cheeks, hug him… He was getting so tired… so tired…

Then finally, he could sit down. There was some food on the plate in front of him. It looked nice… However, Harry was not very hungry; he just wanted some water. He looked up. Hundreds maybe even thousands of floating candles, so beautifully bright… and floating flowers. Orchids, roses, lilies, and some he did not even know. The boy smiled. Beautiful. Like a dream. Maybe it was just a dream. He could pretend.

However, it still wasn’t he who was led out of the ballroom and pushed into the flying carriage. It was not Harry who was led in the big house, through many hallways in the big, dark room, no. It wasn’t dark. The light was just dim.

Then he was in the large bright room… a lot of light there… someone was pulling off his clothes… little things with big eyes… the house elves. Hi, house elves… Then he was suddenly all wet and sitting in the bathtub, the water was warm and fluffy and smelt good.

But that was not happening to Harry…


5. Meanwhile…

Lucius was highly satisfied. Everything went smoothly. Even better than he had expected.

The wedding was spectacular; most certainly, it was the event of the year. Maybe even event of the last and the next lustrum. (A/N: five years.) Lucius didn’t regret the thousands of galleons he had spent on reception at all, since all of that was going to boost his prestige and power. It was an investment of sorts.

The publicity had stayed positive and hence the public opinion as well. No one had made any public scenes. Nor the Weasleys (except cold glares his direction), nor Draco. His son was not happy about the marriage, even after Lucius had explained him how important and good for the family the union was. Draco was not that mature yet. However, he knew better than to make family controversies public and anger his father.

Draco was going to accept that Lucius was marrying Potter to polish up the Malfoy name, to get back that fool Dumbledore and annoy the Weasleys, who were obviously close to the boy, to make the Wizarding world jealous etc., etc. Marrying Harry Potter was really a good deal in so many ways.

But it turned out to be even a better deal than he had initially expected. Harry Potter agreeably surprised him and in many ways.

First. The boy was really obedient and behaved himself if only he looked a little bit confused and dazzled by everything he saw, which was not a surprise since he had grown up with some despicable muggles, and not a bad thing – after all Lucius was there to guide his new husband. Harry showed no sign of famous Potter temper and insolence Snape was always complaining about.

Well and then… Potter himself was quite a surprise. Something unexpected, but pleasing. Lucius was stunned when he first laid his eyes on the young wizard as youth stepped in the hall and started walking towards him. The boy was not tall and rather slim and delicate. Black, shiny shoulder length hair was framing his heart shaped face handsomely.

And that face was absolutely beautiful. His skin was pale and flawless except the famous scar, which just made it more interesting. Lucius was pleased that he decided to fix boy’s eyes that were now adorning his face like two large, shining emeralds. Harry’s lips were soft pink, full and pouty – outright kissable.

Harry was perfect… an exquisite treasure he would add to Malfoy fortune. Lucius could not be more pleased with himself.

But not only was his appearance what made Harry Potter so desirable. It was something more; Lucius really could not place it yet, the exact reason why he was so taken with the youth and so suddenly. But the boy was almost radiating it… Lucius definitely saw it. He saw it when Harry smiled shyly or unintentionally batted his long, dark lashes. In addition, boy was apparently oblivious to how adorable he was. He had no idea how all those people were looking at him.

They could look. And die of envy. But Lucius had him. Harry James Potter Black Malfoy. And now Lucius was going to enjoy his new acquisition.

The wizard was almost bursting with excitement. The day was a great success and the night only promised more.

***

When the Lucius stepped in the luxurious bedroom, his house elves had already finished preparing his young husband for their wedding night. He had ordered the boy to be bathed, shaved, and perfumed. He had certain standards for his partners.

Lucius relished the sight of the raven-haired boy sitting on his knees in the middle of the large bed. Harry’s ivory skin and white, almost transparent nightshirt he was wearing made quite lovely contrast with deep red velvet bedspread. He looked like an unworldly, delicate, angelic being in the dim light of the floating candles.

Lucius smiled, maybe, just in a slightly predatory way, and approached the bed. He was sure the boy had not noticed him yet, because Harry was sitting with his back turned towards the door. So Lucius untied his robe and let slid off his shoulders staying only in black silk pyjama bottoms and carefully sat on the bed behind Harry wrapping his hands around boy’s small waist and placing them on his flat stomach, gently caressing it through the gauzy cloth of his young husband’s nightshirt. He was going to enjoy this immensely…

Lucius lowered his face in the crook of young wizard’s neck savouring his scent. That unruly hair was so silky brushing against his cheek and smelled of flowers and summer, so natural and pure. Lucius pressed his lips on the soft skin of Harry’s shoulder, placing tender kisses there, and then he licked it tasting his husband for the first time. He was not disappointed…

Suddenly Harry sagged forward, his upper body falling down forward on the bed; the boy was kept half sitting only by Lucius’s hands that were holding his waist.

“Harry? Harry,” Lucius spoke to the young wizard, turning the boy around and lying on the bed on his back.

“Damn!” His husband had lost consciousness.

***

Mr. Toto Tanabe, Malfoys’ family doctor, arrived to the Manor three minutes after Lucius had firecalled him, his sand yellow robe billowing, and disappeared in the bedroom leaving Lucius sitting in the anteroom, drinking tea and waiting.

When half of an hour later Doctor Tanabe came out of the bedroom Lucius motioned him to sit down and offered tea: “So?”

Dr. Tanabe sighed: “Malnutrition, and probably nerves as well.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the old man: “Excuse me?”

“He has been starving,” the old mediwizard explained patiently.

“What?” Lucius couldn’t quite believe his ears.

“Lack of food, Lucius. His body is extremely weakened.”

“I know what ‘malnutrition’ and ‘starving’ means!” Blonde snapped. His vocabulary was not the problem; he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Saying that he was in foul mood was obvious understatement. “I mean, why? How?”

“That I should be asking you,” Dr. Tanabe shot Lucius questioning and mildly disapproving look.

“And how would I know? He was staying at Hogwarts until the wedding,” was the younger man’s explanation.

“Hm,” the mediwizard rubbed his chin contemplatively. “I doubt that Albus Dumbledore was starving Mr. Potter. Obviously he just wasn’t eating.”

“And why Potter wouldn’t eat?” Lucius was taken aback. He didn’t understand, he was annoyed…

“That you should ask himself, my boy. But it is called eating disorders. It happens sometimes, usually with young muggleborn witches though… How well do you know your husband, Lucius?”

“And why is that important now?” The aristocrat was getting annoyed; he hadn’t appreciated the ‘muggleborn witches’ comment.

“You know there are usually some psychological problems that cause people to starve themselves. Do you know what Mr. Potter’s feelings toward this marriage were?”

“What are you hinting at Toto?” Lucius was not in the mood for games and vague explanations tonight.

“I am just saying that no happy, content person starves himself almost to death. If you think I don’t know how you arranged this marriage…” the old mediwizard’s intonation got sterner with every word.

“Going to berate me? You are old enough to remember that even more marriages were arranged marriages in the past. I don’t see what is wrong with that,” Lucius snapped.

“Of course you don’t see how being wed to complete stranger isn’t every teenage boy’s dream, I think I should check your eyes, my boy,” doctor was looking reproachfully at Lucius whom he knew since he had been a child.

“I am not going to listen to this Toto, tell me something I really need to hear, or…” Lucius was even more sullen and angry. He didn’t usually show his feelings like this, but Toto was almost a family member and… he was really… not in a good mood.

Toto sighed inwardly, the young man could be so stubborn, much better than his father Abraxas could, but still, sometimes it was impossible to try talking sense into Lucius Malfoy.
“I gave him strong potions which will basically solve the physical problem and I left some more – you should give them to him when he wakes up. The poor child should stay in the bed tomorrow though,” the doctor recited.

“Thank you Toto,” that was an order to leave. Clear dismissal. Expressed more tactfully than the mediwizard deserved. Lucius knew that the definition ‘child’ was used to make the point. The old man should learn to mind his own business. Lucius should fire him. However, Toto Tanabe had been working for his family since before Lucius was born… And even if he was constantly trying his patience, the Malfoy patriarch could be sure that no one would find out their secrets.

6. Bedroom

When Harry woke up at first he was startled, because he had no idea what had happened to him why he was lying in this unfamiliar, huge bed in this lavish room he had never seen before… spacious, enormous windows, maroon wallpaper, dark red canopy above his bed … then it slowly started to come back. The wedding, a party after that… the boy had no idea how he had gotten there though…

Then Harry tried to sit up, but that did not work out so well, because he was feeling kind of dizzy.

“Master’s awake! Master’s awake!” Someone exclaimed in cheery high-pitched voice and Harry noticed a house elf that was standing on the chair besides his bed blinking his large eyes, its body wrapped in what looked like a toga made of large, lacy... thing… probably a napkin. “Chirpy is happy serve Master Malfoy!”

Harry winced at being called ‘Malfoy’. Had that really happened? Had he gotten married? It seemed more like a dream, or a nightmare, Harry recalled a blur of bright colour and noise and the ceremony… the boy squeezed his eyes shut to keep the images out. It apparently hadn’t been a dream.

“Call me ‘Harry’,” it didn’t sound like an order. Harry’s voice was quiet and weak.

“But, but, but…Master…” the elf protested.

“Harry. Please,” boy closed his eyes that were hurting, because there was too much light for his liking.

“Ahaa! Master so kind! So kind! Master say please!” Chirpy went over the moon. “Master takes his medicine now!”

Sweet… a house elf was nursing him now… Harry opened his eyes and noticed that the creature was holding a silver tray with several vials on it. He could almost feel vile taste in his mouth already, but decided not to argue; he didn’t want to see the elf hitting its head against his headboard.

After taking potions, which were as nasty as he had expected, the elf made him drink some tea and then Harry dozed off.

***

It looked like it was already afternoon when Harry woke up again. He was half sitting and half lying on the heap of very soft pillows, so when young wizard opened his eyes, first thing he noticed was a handsome man with long silver blond hair sitting in the chair next to his bed. Lucius Malfoy. His so-called husband. Still kind of unbelievable.

Harry gulped. He had no idea what to expect. If the young wizard insisted that he was not afraid, he would be lying. Where was Voldemort when he was really welcome? Harry would better face him right now, maybe the Dark Lord could distract Malfoy, and he would stop staring at him like that.

Lucius was letting the boy to fidget for some time, curious if the stretched out silence would prompt the younger wizard to speak.

Obviously it didn’t.

Finally, the Slytherin got tired of waiting: “How are you feeling today, Harry?” He inquired politely.

“Fine,” the young wizard answered curtly. It was his standard answer, he didn’t even think as he spoke that particular lie aloud anymore. Now he knew how was feeling a chicken that was waiting to be fried, or a slug in Snape’s potions’ laboratory or Draco Malfoy before a Quidditch match against the Gryffindor team.

“That was really foolish of you,” Lucius said coldly, giving the boy a pointed look.

“What?” The question automatically slipped past Harry’s lips.

“What?” Lucius raised a perfectly shaped brow. “Not taking care of yourself. Not eating properly, of course. I can’t imagine what prompted you to act so foolishly.”

“I… I wasn’t really hungry,” Harry answered looking somewhere on his side. He didn’t care for this particular topic of conversation.

Lucius had fixed his gaze on his young husband: “You are ‘not hungry’ when you skip your breakfast once. If you almost starve yourself to death, you are incredibly foolish.”

“It’s not your business what I do to myself,” some of the frustration and anger Harry had felt since he had found out about the marriage finally showed, it was obviously stronger than his fear of Lucius Malfoy. “What do you care!”

“On the contrary. It is my business. Should I remind you that we are married now,” Lucius’s kind, but cold tone irked Harry.

“Yeah, that,” Harry turned his head away. “Did you just want to marry the famous Boy-Who-Lived or ruin my life, because you hate me that much? Or is this revenge for Voldemort? Or maybe you are doing this just for fun?” He had wanted to ask that question since he found out about this marriage.

Lucius frowned. “Malfoys don’t marry for fun, boy. I don’t mind you being The-Boy-Who-Lived. And for you neutralizing The Dark Lord… well, I am as relieved as everyone else is, he had become an inconvenience everyone. And why do you think I hate you?” to Aristocratic blonde inquired.

“I am not a pure blood! Why would you want to marry a half-blood? And I have no idea why most of people love me or hate me… But you must hate me to do something like this!”

Interesting. The boy was thinking. Really intriguing. “And do you really think that purebloods marry only among themselves? Of course not. That would lead to inbreeding. There is nothing wrong with marrying a half-blood from a good family. Besides is not like we are going to have any children,” the blonde’s expression turned into something like hidden sneer as he noticed Harry blushing.

“I don’t hate you. I have no intention to hurt you through this union. I am just taking what I can get, because I want it. You are married to me; you will have to accept that. If you will do as you are told and won’t cause me any more trouble, you will get everything you want,” that was kind of Malfoy wife’s standard offer.

“Except opportunity to choose who to marry,” Harry mumbled.

“Well, life is not always fair, is it? Rest now,” Lucius Malfoy ordered and left the room, black robe elegantly billowing.

Harry was not sure what to make of his…’husband’. Malfoy, no, Draco was ‘Malfoy’…Lucius was handsome; he had wonderful hair which made one want to touch it. Harry blushed at this thought. And he had that air of strength and power surrounding him. But he was also a snobbish bastard who didn’t give a damn about other people’s feelings. But maybe Lucius would at least treat him better than the Dursleys?

Truly, Harry was not sure what to expect. The man had promised not to hurt him… kind of… but could he trust Lucius Malfoy?

***

The rest of the day and day after Harry spent in the bed and he was only bothered by the Chirpy who brought Harry tea, food and a couple of books to read. It was already dark when one more elf appeared in his room. She introduced herself as Blazy.

Elves informed young wizard that he had to take a bath. That was not a bad idea, considering that Harry hadn’t properly washed up since day before yesterday. However, when elves tried to undress him, the boy got angry. They were arguing about what master Harry wanted and what the older Master Malfoy had ordered and in the end agreed that elves will prepare his bath and wash his hair which they both ‘ab-soil-utilitly adoored’ (absolutely adored).

As Harry undressed, he was horrified to find out that he had been shaved… down there. It was the most disturbing thing that had ever happened to him. But it was not that he wanted to ask anyone about it.
After a really good soak in the large bubble bath, Harry had to agree that the elves really were good at washing hair. However, he ordered them out of bathroom when he was getting out of the bath.
Harry dried himself in fluffy white towel and started to look for his pyjamas, the boy frowned when he found only a weird nightshirt which was too thin (almost transparent) for his liking. But there wasn’t anything else…

Harry had just told ‘goodnight’ to the house elves and gotten under the covers when someone knocked at his door. Not waiting for permission Lucius Malfoy came in. He was wearing a dark green robe and Harry could see black pyjama bottoms under it. Harry frowned, he had no idea why the man was in his room and he should have waited to get his permission before coming in.

Lucius walked across the room and stopped at the foot of his young husband’s bed. “You look beautiful tonight,” he complimented making Harry’s cheeks go crimson. What was that supposed to mean!

Older wizard walked towards Harry and sat on the side of bed his hip touching Harry’s leg. Boy gasped in surprise as Lucius gently brushed long, slim fingers against his cheek.

“What are…?” Lucius cupping his cheek with one of his hands and capturing boy’s lips with his mouth cut off Harry’s question.

Harry was shocked and terrified. No one had ever kissed him on the lips! And now the man was… he was not sure if he wanted this… Warm, soft lips were sucking on his lower lip and he felt…a demanding tongue, licking him! Harry tried to protest, because it was so fast and… but that moment the predatory tongue invaded his mouth starting to brush against his tongue…that was…not bad. Other man’s licking and sucking send shivers up and down his body…

Then boy felt cold air against his bare legs as the cover was yanked away. Harry suddenly remembered how short and gauzy his nightshirt was and he got so embarrassed and almost desperate to cover himself up again, but he wasn’t given a chance…

The raven-haired youth was finally kicked out of his daze when he felt a hand caressing his leg and knee, and…making its way up towards his… inner thigh! Boy got a strange tingling feeling in his stomach and lower… Harry tried to push the other man off him, but in result, Lucius got on him straddling boy’s hips with his hard muscular thighs. Harry tried to push against his older husband’s chest, but discovered that there was no robe anymore. Lucius was almost naked!

Harry closed his eyes; he just couldn’t look at the strong, bare chest above him…

Panic started to rise in little Gryffindor; was Lucius going to… he knew what followed when people were together in the bed like this, but they were both men and… this should be wrong… he had no idea what the other wizard going to do…Kissing was kind of enjoyable, but this…

Harry gasped again as skilful fingers brushed against his nipple. His… his penis twitched… oh he was getting aroused, but he didn’t want this!

Lucius released Harry’s mouth and started tracing kisses down his jaw and neck, the man took extra time to nib and suck on the soft skin there while his fingers were playing with his nipples…”No, don’t” the boy finally breathed out. “Stop…”

“Shh,” husky voice whispered in Harry’s ear using an opportunity and biting down on his earlobe. “You like it I can feel that.”

Oh, God, Lucius was touching his…Harry’s breath caught. No one has ever touched him there! Daring fingers were freely exploring his most private places, which was even more embarrassing since the boy didn’t have any hair there anymore. Harry was dying from shame and other feelings, good feelings, but still he felt as if he would die soon if Lucius won’t stop or do something else… do something… Harry didn’t know, what… touch him somewhere… This was making him feel as if his body was set on fire and he was burning and …aroused, but… but he didn’t want to be touched like that! Not by him! He didn’t love Lucius Malfoy! Lucius hadn’t said that he loved Harry or anything…

Harry was both relieved and frustrated when it stopped and suddenly older wizard stopped touching and got off him…this was too confusing, because while it felt good, Harry knew that this was wrong and he was afraid and…

“Lie on your stomach,” Lucius ordered. Harry had no chance to comply, because he was flipped over, a pillow was pushed under his hips and nightshirt was pulled over boy’s head. Harry couldn’t be lying there naked, but he was! He wished he was dead… He felt a sting of gathering tears in his eyes as forceful mouth moved down kissing and licking and biting his back and going lower.

He was so ashamed and helpless…maybe this was something he had to do if they were married…

When raven haired Gryffindor thought that it couldn’t get any worse the hands, which were already caressing his butt, parted his ass cheeks and he felt something cold and slick… THERE…a finger, covered in something slick and cold started to rub against his opening. Harry froze… what was Lucius going to do? Why was he touching him there… it was just too much!

“No!” The boy finally exclaimed loudly when the finger was pushed inside him. It hurt and didn’t felt right, it couldn’t be right! “Stop, no, please! Stop!” Harry pleaded and tried to writhe away, but he couldn’t, because strong muscular legs and Lucius’s free arm on his back was holding small boy down on the bed.

The finger started moving, becoming more…pushing…and…Harry yelped as it pushed inside him… Harry just shut his eyes and bit in the pillow. He couldn’t stop this anyway… waves of pleasure mixed with discomfort having something inside him what didn’t belong there… and desperation, he felt so helpless, he couldn’t do anything to stop what was happening… and then more fingers entered him…

Young wizard felt so ashamed, helpless…, and used…

Then fingers suddenly stopped moving and were pulled out making the boy feel empty and free…

Was it over? Merlin, he was so relieved…

Harry was not ready to what followed.

At first it was painful; he couldn’t stop himself from crying out, tears were streaming down his cheeks as something big and hot was pushed inside him, it felt as if his insides were torn apart and no matter, how hard the other man was trying to soothe the boy with caresses and words, it was simply awful… Then it changed as Lucius touched that something inside him, something what made him feel good… Harry heard Lucius’ gasps behind him…felt his hand on his cock… But that made boy feel even more ashamed and so dirty when he came there on the red bedspread in front of that man who made him feel good, but also miserable and so painfully lonely…

After Lucius pulled out of his young husband, he kissed Harry some more, licking away boy’s tears. Then Lucius pulled covers above them, wrapped his hands around boy’s small waist and fell asleep.

***

Harry was not sleeping. He was sore… but the physical pain was nothing compared to thoughts running through his mind. He was used to physical pain.

Harry carefully untangled his husband’s arms freeing himself and slid out of the bed. He grabbed Lucius’s robe, but could not put it on, because it smelled like the other man. So he pulled the revealing nightshirt over his head and quietly sneaked out of the room. He had learnt sneaking living with the Dursleys too well.

He didn’t want to stay in the anteroom either, so Harry opened the door and stepped in the dark hall. He let out a breath and slid down on the floor with his back against the wall. The young wizard’s nerves were too frayed to feel the chill of the large house.

He felt so dirty, used and helpless… most of it hadn’t been so terrible, except what had happened in the very end, but that made him feel even dirtier and ashamed… he had enjoyed some of those things… that were wrong somehow… Harry knew that married people had sex, but he had never thought that Lucius was going to… Harry even hadn’t known what was going to happen! Why didn’t they tell him! Why no one asked him… oh, Merlin, he was crying again…

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

The little Gryffindor almost jumped – he knew that voice. When he looked up, he saw Draco Malfoy sneering at him. No, not this, not now…

“Hm, what are you doing here Potter? I thought you should be enjoying your honey moon,” blond Slytherin attacked. “Or maybe you are not enjoying it?”

Harry didn’t answer. It was obvious that he was crying.

“You know, at first I was really upset that my father decided to marry you, because you were the famous Boy-Who-Should-Have-Died,” Draco went on. “But when I imagine my father fucking you in the mattress for the rest of your miserable life, I don’t mind that much anymore.”

“I mean, it is the right place for you – on your back, spreading your scrawny legs for a Malfoy. Or maybe you are not even on your back? Does he take you from behind like a cheap whore who you are? Yeah, it would spoil all the fun looking on your ugly face. I mean, the ass is just that, an ass, just a hole, it doesn’t matter that much…

“Well, it was nice to talk to you, but it’s late I am going to bed. I would ask you to join, but I am not that desperate. Maybe some other time. I don’t think father would mind to share his new toy… it is not as if you are more than decoration and his bitch anyway. Enjoy your new life Potter!”

With that Draco turned his back on the other boy and walked away.

Harry didn’t say anything, because he knew it was true. Every word his rival had told him. Feeling himself so small and pitiable, the boy fell down his knees hitting the splendid Slytherin green carpet.

He hadn’t known that it was possible to hurt so much and feel so numb in the same time.

How would he live like this for the rest of his life?


TBC


A/N: The author notes for this story are rather extensive, but you don’t have to read them. It’s just that I better explain things before people start asking questions and remind them of some terms, because I have to look them up for myself anyway.
There will also be the time line at the end of each chapter. Just don’t want anyone to be confused about anything.

Glossary
Privacy charm aka anti-photography charm - Harry is using a spell, a necklace or something to make it impossible to take any photos of him (made up). Probably every picture comes out blurred.
Petrificus totalus - Turns the entire body of the victim rigid. (HP Lexicon).
Incarcerous - Sends thick ropes out of thin air to wrap around someone or something (from Lexicon).
Jelly Bogarts – popular candy, sold by Zonko’s. When you open the box candies turns in the thing the person fears the most, only made of jelly. (made up)
Abraxas Malfoy- Lucius’ father.
Singing congratulation cards – sing when you open them (made up).
Abraxan - A breed of flying horse; the Abraxan is a gigantic, extremely powerful Palomino (FB). Madame Maxime, headmistress of Beauxbatons, breeds them (HP Lexicon).

Unanswered questions
Harry’s rooms in the manor
- He has not only a room, but rooms. A suit. There is a bedroom with attached bathroom. And then there is that anteroom (I hope I can use that word), like a private guest room. And there could be one more room Harry had not explored yet.
Why Harry doesn’t protest more, doesn’t tell the truth about the marriage to everyone
Because he doubts it would change Lucius’ mind and doesn’t want to get publicly humiliated.

Persons
Erfurt McErmine – one of Lucius’ lawyers.
Amelia Boltun: boltun – a person, who is spreading rumors, talking a lot (from Russian).
Toto Tanabe – Malfoy’s family doctor. 30-40 years older than Lucius. Doesn’t agree with Lucius and annoys him greatly, but is still very loyal.
Chirpy, Blazy - Malfoy house elves.

Time table

End of May – Harry defeats Voldemort
Two weeks later – Harry is informed of his upcoming wedding
31. July– wedding
01. August – Harry is resting
02. August – That night (yeah, sex)