Divorce, disaster and denial

Ok, another chapter. See, they came pretty fast when I haven’t slept. The only downside to this is that there might be mistakes. Forgive me and I will try to rectify them as soon as possible.

Now, where was I with the story?

Oh, right. A little recap. Harry and Ginny have separated, because Harry found her in bed with another man. Harry went to Draco for help and later found out that Ginny was trying to take his children from him because of a prenuptial agreement.

Turns out that Ginny was abusing Harry’s children, and Lucius’ daughter Andie saved them. Ginny then killed herself in front of the children.

Hmmm, what else? Ah yes. Lucius is half Veela, making Draco and Andie a quarter Veela. Andie and Draco have different mothers. Andie’s mother was an elf. Oh, and Andie has been banished from the forest by her insanely jealous power complex cousin, who is king. She was raped by him, and Lucius was raped by the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Narcissa killed Andie’s mother and Draco killed Narcissa when she tried to kill Andie.

Lucius’ Veela mate is Harry.

Draco’s Veela mate is Percy Weasley.

Andie’s Veela mate is George Weasley.

That it? I think so. Right, on with the chappie!!

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Lucius slowly opened his eyes and thanked whatever deity was around that he had chosen not to sleep naked. Lily was laying across his and Harry’s feet, colouring with a look of great concentration on her face. He sat up and looked at her, brushing his hair behind his ears.

“Good morning, Lily. How long have you been there?” Lucius asked quietly, suspecting Harry was a very light sleeper when it came to his children.

“Good morning, Luci. I’ve been here for a while, waiting for you to wake up. I already did you a picture,” she said, sitting up and climbing up to him, handing him the garishly coloured picture. He smiled at the nickname she had given him. She couldn’t quite say Lucius.

It was a picture of them all. The four smaller figures, he guessed, were Lily, Albus, James and Scorpius. Then he had to make out all the other figures. He guessed that the one with black hair was Harry, and the one next to him with long blonde hair was himself. The other blonde figure was Draco, and beside him was a redhead, he guessed that one was Percy. And standing on Harry’s side was Andie, linked arm in arm with what he guessed was George.

It seemed that the youngest of Harry’s children was quick to adjust. “Thank you, Lily, it’s beautiful. I’m going to put it right here, beside my bed,” he said as he propped up the picture on his bedside table.

She beamed at him and he sighed inwardly. He knew how hard it must be for his children to adjust to the fact that he was with Harry, and they were all grown up now. But Harry’s children were different, they were young. Very young compared to his own. Lily seemed to have accepted him in their lives, but what about Harry’s boys? Would they be as accepting?

His musings were cut short as Andie poked her head around the door. Harry groaned beside him. “Lily, do you want some breakfast? You can even have it up here with our dads,” Andie said. Lily nodded enthusiastically. Lucius had no worries about Andie becoming a mother, she was a natural child magnet.

Andie smiled and said she’d bring them some up before she disappeared behind the door again.

Lucius turned to the young girl, sitting there looking at him with big brown eyes, dressed in green pyjamas.

“Lily, can I ask you about your brothers?”

She nodded, her big eyes still fixed upon him.

“What houses are they in, when they’re at Hogwarts?”

“Jamie is a Gryffindor, like Daddy was. But Al’s not. He’s a Ravenclaw.”

She sated it with a childish simplicity while her little hands itched to get hold of his hair. He smiled and handed her the brush from his bedside table. “You can play with my hair if you like, while we talk and wait for your dad to wake up.”

She positively glowed. She grabbed the brush and kneeled before him, Lucius leaning forward to let her get her hands on his long hair. He remembered doing this with Andie for hours. Nice to know he hadn’t lost his touch.

“What do you like Lily?” Lucius asked as the little fingers gently brushed his hair.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, Andie likes plants, and animals. When she was a little girl, she used to have a little owl called Snowdrop, he was white. But Draco’s very different, he likes to fly, and to play Quidditch. And he likes potions.”

“I like to colour. And I like helping nana in her kitchen.”

“Ah, I think you should ask Draco to show you some of his potions. It’s just like cooking. Maybe he’ll let you help, if you ask him nicely.”

She glowed again. “Al and Jamie say I’m silly for not liking what they do.”

“Well, not everyone likes the same things. What do James and Albus like?”

“Jamie likes to fly, and to make things move, and change into other things. And he likes games which make dad want to throw up. He threw up the last time he was in a tree. Jamie and Al were playing Tag and Jamie climbed into the tree. Al kept saying that it wasn’t fair that Jamie had gone so far up, but dad just kept saying that Jamie would never again see the light of day if he ever did it again.”

Lucius smiled. Apparently, James and Scorpius were very alike. “Lily, Scorpius used to do that. He once disappeared for about twelve hours. And when we found him, he was in the potions room, messing with the ingredients,” Lucius told her.

“Daddy said I’m not to do that, ever. He said if I ever messed with the potions room, he would make sure I never went to Hogwarts,” Lily stated simply as she started making little plaits in Lucius’ hair.

Lucius smiled again. “I remember Draco saying something like that to Scorpius. What about Albus, what does he like?”

“Books. Al likes books. He always has his nose in one or another. Mummy once said that Al would read in his sleep if he could. Aunt Mionie said that he was turning out just like her and Uncle Ron went very pale.”

Lucius nodded and sat there patiently while she fiddled with his hair. So, James liked daring things and Albus liked books? This was going to be simpler than he thought. They certainly lived up to their houses.

Lily finally released Lucius’ hair when Andie entered the room, levitating a tray with four plates of breakfast and three cups of coffee and a pumpkin juice. She placed the tray delicately between Harry and Lucius, right in front of Lily. She gently seated herself on the bed, resting her back against the footboard.

Harry moaned and rolled onto his back gently, careful not to disturb whatever was right next to his legs. He opened his eyes to the delicious sight of Lucius, his hair in little plaits. Lily was sitting in between him and Lucius, chomping away happily on a pancake with a fruit smiley face. Lucius handed him a mug of coffee and he took it gratefully.

“Lil, baby, where are your brothers?” Harry asked.

She shrugged her little shoulders. He looked to the end of the bed where Andie was sitting. She smiled at him.

“They’re in the kitchen with Draco, Percy, George and Scorpius. They’re making little models that Draco’s going to charm to move.”

Harry smirked. Poor Draco. He had no chance against his boys if they decided to turn sour.

“They looked quite peaceful when I left five minutes ago. They’re in the kitchen,” Andie said, calmly sipping her coffee.

“Please don’t do that, it’s creepy,” Harry said.

“Do what?”

“Use your very painless Legilemens powers on me. It’s creepy that you know what I’m thinking.”

“If I hadn’t done it last night, you’d be in big trouble this morning.”

Harry groaned into his coffee cup at the memory of what he had wanted to do to the Elves. And the reason why. “I still don’t like it,” he grumbled.

“Not asking for you to like it. Just to let me do this my way,” Andie said brightly. “Now, what’s on the agenda for the day?”

They sat there talking about the days up and coming events, one of which was the possibility of a showdown between Percy and Draco. They had been engaged in a barely subdued bickering match when Andie had been making breakfast.

They were interrupted when Harry’s sons poked their heads around the door. They timidly walked to the bed, where Andie scooped up Albus and Lucius helped James onto the bed. A house elf by the name of Amethyst had already removed the breakfast tray.

“Morning boys, have you had breakfast?” Harry asked as Lily climbed into James’ lap.

They nodded and all three adults could see something was wrong. Andie tickled Albus to break the tension. All three adults were shocked when the children launched themselves at an adult each, Albus at Andie, Lily at Lucius and James at Harry, each one sobbing uncontrollably.

Harry pulled his son away from his chest after a moment and looked into the brown eyes. “What’s wrong? Jamie, if you don’t tell me, I can’t fix it.”

“Can we stay here? I don’t want to go back dad, he hurt us there! You told me to keep them safe and I didn’t, I couldn’t, I wasn’t big enough and they got hurt and they were crying and I let you down,” James said. He said this all in one big breath and Harry knew his son had been holding the question in since his children had returned to him.

“James, you did protect them, you came and found me to come and get you all. You didn‘t let me down.” Harry paused. “Is that how all of you feel? You want to stay here?” Harry asked the wet faces all looking at him.

He received three nods. “Well, maybe you should ask Lucius if we can all stay, this is his house.”

The three children looked at Lucius. Lucius waited for James to speak but it was Albus who got in there first. “Lucius, sir, Mr Malfoy, can we please stay here, even if only for a little while?”

“Well, that is a very big question, and it depends upon some conditions. Firstly, Albus, you must let me show you my library. James, you have to let me show you how to ride my broom. And little Lily, you must let me persuade the house elves to let you help in the kitchen. How does that sound?” Lucius said in all seriousness.

Lily beamed at him and struggled out off his grasp to run and tell her Uncles and Draco and Scorpius that they were staying. Albus stammered a thank you and hurried after his sister. But James sat quite still on the bed, looking at Lucius warily. Harry was worried. As was Andie. Lucius was positively terrified. As a Death Eater, he had never been as frightened as he was now in front of this thirteen year old.

“Are you and dad together?” James said bluntly.

Lucius looked at Harry, asking in silent question as to which one of them should answer that question. Harry let Lucius take the lead.

“Would that be alright with you? Would you be alright with me being together with your dad?” Lucius asked.

“Are you going to hurt him? Like mum did?”

“No. James I would never hurt your dad. I would never ever hurt any of you. I promise I will do everything in my power to keep you all from being hurt again,” Lucius stated, a simple declaration, one that left no room for argument.

James nodded silently, never once glancing at Harry or Andie for reassurance. He looked straight into Lucius’ stormy eyes with his own bright brown ones. He silently left the bed and padded to the door, following his siblings.

Lucius quit the bed and retreated into the bathroom, leaving a stunned Harry. “How did he do that?”

“Do what?” Andie asked calmly.

“Well, if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn that the child that looked like my son was not him. James has been known to throw complete temper tantrums over little changes. I know he’s been through a lot, they all have, but somehow I expected that to be just a little more explosive.”

Andie chuckled at Harry. “You forget that he’s been a father for quite a while, and he’s a grandfather. He’s had practice.”

“And it’s nice to know I haven’t lost my touch,” Lucius said as he exited the bathroom, his hair now plait free and expertly combed. Andie nodded and left the room, Lucius locking the door behind her.

He sat on the bed, looking at Harry. “I bribed your daughter. That’s how I did it. I bribed Lily.”

Harry looked at him in shock. “With what?!”

“With my hair. I let her run wild with it, and while she was occupied plaiting, I asked her some questions.”

Harry smiled in spite of himself. “Bribery has never worked for me,” he pouted.

Lucius snickered. “Maybe you’re just not doing it right.”

Harry, noticing the lust in Lucius’ eyes, decided to dive head first into possible danger. “Is it just full sex or all sex that leads to a bonding for a Veela?”

Lucius’ eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Just penetrative sex. Why?”

“Oh, just that you were looking at me like you wanted to have your wicked way with me.”

Lucius smiled a predatory smile and crawled across the bed to pounce on Harry. “I believe we can find ways to amuse ourselves while our children are occupied.”

Harry suddenly went very still. Lucius looked down in concern. “Our children. I think I like the sound of that,” Harry murmured.

“Good to know, because they do become ours after the bonding. After the bonding,” Lucius explained at the confusion on Harry’s face, “I will feel the same for your children as I do my own, and vice versa. Between us we have five children and one grandson.”

Harry smiled. “Think we can make it an even dozen?” he said seductively.

“Hmmm, bakers dozen or regular dozen?”

“Let’s just aim high. I still can’t believe that I could get pregnant. I grew up in the Muggle world, where males do not get pregnant.”

Lucius ran his fingers through his mates hair. “At least I told you before we bonded.”

“True. Now, enough talk?”

“Agreed,” said Lucius as he latched onto Harry’s lips. Lucius detached himself just long enough to cast a Muffilato charm over the room, before devoting himself to Harry. Their lips met and Harry arched up into Lucius as his tongue duelled with his own. He moaned and then gasped as Lucius attached himself to his neck. The blonde smirked inwardly as Harry gripped his shoulders. He pulled back and Harry protested, until he realised Lucius was removing their clothes. Harry found it just that little bit harder to breathe as Lucius removed his clothes by hand, having spelled off Harry’s own. Once all offending items were removed Harry tangled his fingers in Lucius’ hair and tugged him down. Lucius growled and kissed Harry possessively before bending his head to nibble on Harry’s nipples. Harry moaned.

Harry and Ginny’s sex life could never be considered satisfactory for Harry. They were always centred on Ginny’s pleasure, even in their early days of marriage. More than once Harry had found himself hidden in the bathroom, silencing charms cast and a picture of some hot male or female firmly in his mind as he jacked off.

Nothing like now. Lucius actually seemed to find pleasure, and quite a bit if the sounds from the older man were anything to go by, in giving Harry pleasure he had been thus far denied. Lucius licked a trail down to Harry’s navel, where he flickered his tongue in and out a few times, before descending upon Harry’s proud erection. Lucius sighed in appreciation as his eyes beheld the sight of Harry’s manhood, a good nine inches, at least, stood out prominently from a thatch of dark curls.

Lucius pinned Harry’s hips to the bed in preparation and then he went in for the kill. He used every trick he knew: he licked just the tip of Harry’s cock, pointing his tongue so it dipped into his slit. He took just the head into his mouth, slowly moving his tongue anticlockwise around the head. Then he licked a gentle stripe along the underside of Harry’s cock, and then he took the full length into his mouth, sucking deeply. He relaxed his throat and allowed himself to take Harry’s manhood further in, letting it move slightly down his throat. He began to swallow around it, still sucking and moving his tongue smoothly along the underside, across the hard vein. He began to hum, some Celestina Warbeck tune he barely knew, but it seemed to work.

Harry thought he had died and gone to nirvana. Lucius had a punishable mouth when he insulted people, but right now it was decidedly sinful. Lucius’ tongue, ghosting over his slit made him gasp. Twirling around his head, made him bite his lower lip and grip the bed sheets. Form there on out, Harry just gasped, moaned, and called out his mates name in breathy moans. Only when Lucius began to hum did Harry think he was truly going to die. Lucius shifted his weight and held Harry’s hips down with one arm, his free arm moving up to play with Harry’s balls, and then slip downwards and into Harry, crooking his finger until Harry plummeted over the edge, loosing himself to the exquisite pleasure that Lucius had just given him via his prostate, screaming out his lovers name in abandon. He was marginally aware, through post orgasmic haze, that Lucius had spontaneously reached orgasm, without being touched by Harry.

They lay together after, both panting, basking in the afterglow.

After a very long silence, Lucius propped his head up on one arm and looked at his mate. There was something that Harry wanted to say, Lucius could see it, just below the surface. “Ask, love, it’s ok,” Lucius encouraged.

“Were you that eager?”

Lucius realised that he had not explained his spontaneous orgasm to Harry. He leaned in and kissed Harry gently. “It’s a natural reflex of a Veela. If a Veela’s mate is experiencing pleasure at the Veela’s hand then the Veela can choose to join them in that pleasure.”

“And you did that?”

“Yes. I won’t rush you Harry. I can wait until after our marriage to bond. But I have no problem in sharing in your pleasure in this way,” Lucius said gently, rewarded when Harry smiled at him. “How about we go take a shower, and then we join the land of the living?”

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There you go, another chapter. And this one has some smut.

I have now been awake for just over 29 hours straight. I am amazed that I managed to do anything, let alone write anything coherent.

Thank you to kiwigirl for the speedy review. I was amazed to get not one, not two, but three wedding ideas from you! Thank you so much. I really had no idea what was going to happen in those weddings, but you have fed the muse.

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