A New Family For Harry

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The next day, Lucius learned what Harry had promised.



The boys had been tearing around the nursery, frightening the elderly house elf who watched over them in the mornings, before taking a supervised turn around the Children\'s Garden on their toy brooms. Now, they were supposed to be reading for the next day\'s lessons, but instead they had been chattering back and forth like magpies.



Lucius, examining some new texts on the subject of Forbidden Charms in the upstairs library, saw no harm in the two of them playing a bit longer on their holiday from tutors.



It was when the room down the gallery became unnaturally silent that he felt stirrings of concern. Stealing time from their lessons was one thing, but he did not want the two boys to play with absconded Potions ingredients or find a dangerous book of Transfiguration spells.



Rather than entering the Men\'s Salon, where the two had set up a fort a few days earlier, by the front door, Lucius slipped around to a back passageway where he could observe the boys undetected.



As he came along the passage, he could hear stifled giggles and the sounds of something like tussling.



"You said," Draco complained in a petulant voice, and Harry giggled.



"All right, all right, it\'s just that it felt funny," Harry explained.



When Lucius moved back a hidden panel to view the scene through a screen, his heart pounded.



Harry lay back on a divan, his robes spread to the sides, his shirt mussed and partially undone. And Draco, Lucius\'s son, lay on top of him, between Harry\'s parted legs, tenderly kissing Harry\'s ruby lips. Draco\'s robes were thrown off entirely, and Lucius could see the clear outline of Draco\'s pert bottom through his short pants as he squirmed against Harry for better purchase.



The two of them giggled again, and Draco put his scrawny arms out to the side to raise himself slightly and readjust his body. They were now aligned almost as two lovers would be, and though Lucius had no idea where Draco had learned of this idea or the position, he could see that this was clearly the fruit of the promise Draco had extracted from Harry.



There were twin splotches of color on Draco\'s milky cheeks, and Harry\'s face seemed reddened in exertion. It had clearly taken some coaxing to get Harry to follow through on this promise, and Lucius realized he found this...enticing.



"It feels nice," Draco breathed, wriggling slightly on top of Harry. "I like kissing you."



"Your kisses are silly," Harry replied, though not without affection. "You don\'t know how to do it."



Draco huffed, and leaned down to kiss his play mate again.



Lucius was uneasy where he stood. Part of him longed to burst into the room, separate the two boys and tell them they were very naughty, and then punish them thoroughly. Part of him wanted to tear Draco off of Harry and take his place, spread across Harry and feeling the warmth of that young body seep into his as he leaned down to take those plush lips with his demanding mouth.



Instead, he controlled his breathing as he watched the two lovely boys kiss, and reached down to take himself out of his trousers.



"You\'re pretty," announced Draco. He moved his hips from side to side, and Harry made a strange noise underneath him, as though he still found all of this to be nonsense, but nonetheless had felt a stirring in answer to Draco\'s motions.



"Boys aren\'t pretty," Harry contradicted him. "Oh," he gasped, as Draco kissed his neck.



Draco silenced him with another kiss on the mouth, this one less childish than the initial smacks on the lips Lucius had seen.



Lucius stroked himself as silently as he could as Harry first lay still, and then moved his small body under Draco\'s, as if trying to find whatever had made Draco say it felt nice. They were a sight together, Draco so pale and blond, Harry\'s skin ruddy with health and his hair nearly jet black.



They kissed more than moved, though Lucius found himself straining forward to detect each little twitch of their hips, each shimmy of their bodies. As Harry threaded his fingers in Draco\'s white blond hair and sighed, Lucius sped his hand on his cock. He drank in the picture they made, innocent and yet very nearly writhing together as they fumbled in ignorance. When Draco began to grunt, tiny little boy sounds, such a sweet imitation of the noise a man would make, Lucius thrust into his fist, and with a swallowed groan, came.



"What was that?" Draco asked.



"Dunno," Harry answered.



Lucius was reminded of how debauched Harry had looked when he had kissed him just a few weeks ago. Now, Harry looked the part of a harem boy, made for caressing and the relief of lustful urges.



"We better stop," Draco said, pulling off and gathering his robe to himself.



"So that\'s it, I did what I said," Harry said cheerfully as he straightened his clothing.



At that, Draco put his hands on his hips. "But you might want to do something I don\'t like again, and then I might get to ask you to do it again!"



Harry laughed and with a mischievous look, fled the room.



Draco whooped and followed, their earlier illicit encounter turning easily into the familiar game of tag.



Allowing himself to pant aloud now that the boys had dispersed, Lucius closed his eyes, squeezing his prick as one last shudder worked through his body, and tried to decide if the change in game was a good or bad thing.