Cat and Mouse

Author: : TheSiner
Title : : Cat and Mouse
Genre: : Romance/Humor
Pairing: : Harry/Lucius (main)
Other pairings: Ain’t telling you!
Summary: : There are always consequences to your actions. Lucius learns the hard way when he catches Harry, but something happens and it’s not so obvious who the cat is and who the mouse is anymore. Why Harry suddenly likes Lucius so much?
Rating: : It is bad enough, but could be worse.
Disclaimer: : These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.
Warnings: : slash, mpreg, non-con sex (I guess - cos Harry is 16), no explicit sex, swearing, OOC, A/U (forget of HBP and OOTP), noncanon, bad grammar, soap-opera elements. Not explicit!!!
A/N: Setting – after Harry’s fifth year.
Complete: Yes (will be updated in seven parts)

Seventh Part

Lucius had left Draco to look after Harry. He wondered why the sudden change of heart… no, actually he shouldn’t be so surprised. He had always known that his son had a heart even if sometimes the boy was hiding it very well. The older Malfoy was relieved that now he could trust his heir with his husband. The family had to be united, especially Malfoys.

Chirpy popped up and announced that Severs Snape was asking for an audience. Well, maybe not asking. More like demanding, because the Potions master was already waiting in the library. Lucius sighed and promised to be down in a minute to hear out what his friend had to say.

***

Lucius was sitting in his armchair and watching the Potions Master pacing in his library.

“I know what you think about muggles Lucius and I usually disagree. However Potter’s family is exactly as bad as you imagine. I never thought that Albus left the boy in care of people like that. They are simply disgusting.

Besides Dursleys are also magically biased. The walrus or Vernon Dursley squealed like I was a Dementor when he saw me.”

“You can have that effect on people, Severus,” Lucius teased.

“Don’t interrupt me,” the Potions Master scowled darkly. “I am being serious. Those muggles just hate everything magical. They are wretched people those muggles and they obviously hate Potter.”

“What? He’s been living with muggles who hate him for whole his life?” Lucius Malfoy was infuriated. He had always argued that a muggle house was not the right place for wizarding children. He had never thought that it would affect his own family.

“Obviously. But all I know is that students who come from abusive households usually have some problems.”

“Abusive? What did they do to him?!” Lucius was ready to go to Dursleys and make them pay for everything they’ve done to his husband, turning him emotionally unstable.

“I don’t know about the extent of abuse. However I finally see the cause of Potter’s behavior issues. He is rebellious, independent and disrespectful in front of any kind of authority. Doesn’t trust adults in position of authority. He is used to relying only on himself. He probably suffers from low self esteem. Congratulations, Lucius! You should have listened to me when I said that Potter will bring you only trouble…”

“Oh, shut up Severus! You are one to speak! You hate Harry Potter only because of his father who you hate because he took Lily Evans from you. You should not let your pitiful jealousy…”

“Don’t you dare to pity me!” Snape snarled. “I am not the one who is lusting after a sixteen years old boy!”

“He is not a boy, he is a young man,” Lucius was not going to let Severus use his husband’s age against him.

“How convenient! One minute he’s a boy and next minute he’s a man. At least I am not making that child to kill a powerful dark wizard or trying to fuck him! And what would your dear husband say if I told him that you were lusting also after his father?” The dark man smirked.

Malfoy was not going to fall for that either: “I hope he wouldn’t believe it, because it’s nonsense. Just because I told you that James had a nice ass or something between those lines, didn’t mean I was lusting after him. If you are going to accuse me of having or wanting to have an affair with every man and woman I have ever found attractive… that is ridiculous. I just want you to stop harassing my husband just because of the past he had nothing to do with.”

Snape fled the room banging the door loudly.

***

Harry was still unconscious. Draco and Lucius were both taking turns, watching the newest Malfoy. It was Draco’s turn when someone knocked on the door, before it opened revealing especially sulky Severus Snape who was slightly relieved that he hadn’t met Lucius. Of course the man was not going to voice it or even show it.

“Hello, Sev,” Draco greeted. “What are you doing here?”

The man made a face and announced that Poppy Pomfrey had made him to come over to check on Potter and bring them some potions, just because she was busy treating some Huffelpuffs who had eaten too much sweats and had stomach-aches.

“Ok, I tell father,” and Draco left Snape alone with Potter. Before exiting the room younger man looked back as if making sure that the dark-haired boy hadn’t vanished while Draco had turned his back on him. Severus naturally noticed everything and mentally rolled his eyes. Draco as well… Now all the Malfoys are fawning on Potter!

What was so special about that boy! Impudent brat. Did he really think that he could excuse his behavior with a rough childhood? Snape was not going to fall for it. He was here because of Dumbledore and because of Lucius who was an ungrateful bastard, but still his friend, even if the man was smitten with Potter.

Then suddenly a pair of green eyes shot open. Snape was staring for some time flabbergasted, but then he came around:

“So, you are finally awake,” the Potions Master scowled. “What were you thinking, you insolent child! Do you realize how badly it could have turned out! You could have died or killed your child. Does your mother’s sacrifice means nothing at all to you? She gave away her life to save you and now you are risking with your life so recklessly! I know, it’s next to impossible for a Gryffindor sometimes, but try to use your head for thinking. Think sometimes!”

Harry was hurting. His body appeared to be sore from inside. And Snape’s yelling didn’t make things any better…

“Severus!” Lucius Malfoy, who had just entered the room, shouted. “Stop yelling for Salazar’s sake! Harry, can you hear me? How are you feeling?”

“I’m hurting,” the boy answered in a weak voice.

“Of course you are after…” the Potions Master was about to start another rant.

“Sev!” This time it was Draco who silenced the man.

“Fine,” Snape grumbled. “I am leaving. I have to report to headmaster.” And with that Harry was left alone with both Malfoys. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath remembering what had happened.

Draco turned to Harry: “Sev is yelling at you, because he cares,” the blonde explained.

Harry didn’t care about Snape, he had to know: “What about my baby?”

“He is all right,” Lucius answered. “It’s going to be alright.”

Harry couldn’t express how relieved he was. Ad tired. The boy closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

***

When Harry opened his eyes again, he was eye to eye with his husband. He had no idea what to say to Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t comfortable in man’s presence that’s for sure.

“How are you feeling?” Lucius inquired, concern was obvious in his voice.

“Better,” the boy was curt. The man cared; he knew that, Harry had heard his words, when Lucius had thought that he was still unconscious. But he couldn’t forgive the man.

“I am glad to hear that,” Lucius was not feeling very comfortable either. “Would you like some breakfast?”

Harry nodded. He was not hungry, but he should eat something anyway. At least for his baby. He had done his little one so much harm already…

When the elf had brought the breakfast tray Lucius had to help Harry to sit up. They both knew that it was necessary, but didn’t make them feel any less awkward when Lucius put some pillows behind his husband’s back and helped the boy sit up holding him under arms.

They both knew that they would have to speak sooner or later, but both men silently agreed that now was not the right time. Harry was still incredibly weak.

The tray was placed in front of Harry. There was some pink mesh in one of the bowls and some fruit salad and a glass of orange juice. The boy tried to pick up the spoon, but his hands were so weak. Oh, great!

“Let me help you,” Lucius took the spoon and gathered a spoonful of the pink goo in it. Harry was not happy, but he had no choice, so the boy obediently opened his mouth to discover that it was just yoghurt.

Lucius had just got rid of the tray, but when he turned around his young husband was already snoring.

Lucius involuntary smiled at the sight. The small boy on the large bed.

***

When Harry woke up next morning he was really surprised to see no one other, but Draco Malfoy at his bedside. The Gryffindor stared for a moment, not knowing what to say. What was Malfoy doing here?

Finally Draco decided to break the silence: “Good morning. I am glad that you are Ok. I mean both of you.”

“Tha…thanks,” was all Harry could answer to that, besides his throat was kind of dry and lips parched.

“Should I get you a glass of water?” Draco was pleased that he could do something for other boy.

Harry nodded and gladly accepted the drink. Draco tried to smile. He had no idea how to start what he wanted to say: “Listen, Potter… Harry…I really mean it. I was really scared that you won’t make it…You really scared us. I’m sorry for being a prick, you know at the dinner table and other times…I actually didn’t want you hurt…no, actually I am lying right now. I wanted you hurt. Once. But not now, in past. Not after I saw you really hurt. ”

The other boy gaped. Was Malfoy apologizing? Kind of…

“Malfoy, are you apologizing?” Harry asked to make sure if he had heard correctly.

Draco looked Harry in the eye. “Yeah… I guess I am,” the blonde admitted shyly.

Wow… Then Harry sighed. He couldn’t care less about Malfoy junior: “I still think that you are an arrogant jerk, but if that makes you feel better, then you are excused.”

Draco’s heart sank. This was not what he had wanted to hear: “I don’t want you to say that you accept my apologies, because it is the right thing to do, say it when you mean it. I can wait.”

Harry looked at other boy closely, Malfoy had really meant it: “Ok. But probably there are some things I also should apologize for…”

“You really are a bloody Gryffindor Potter,” Draco snorted walking to the door. “You would probably blame yourself even for Parkinson’s bad breath… I will get you some breakfast. Stay still, don’t rush in any danger headfirst!”

Harry couldn’t hold back a smile hearing Slytherin’s last comment.

***

“How are you feeling today?” Was Lucius first question to his husband who could eat by himself now. What was actually disappointing for Lucius.

“Fine,” was Harry’s single-worded answer.

Lucius sighed. It couldn’t go like this. They had to talk: “Harry, we should discuss what happened…”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” the boy turned his head away; he didn’t want to face the older man.

“Harry…” Lucius coaxed.

“Don’t you Harry me!” The boy interrupted his husband before the man could say anything at all. He grabbed the duvet to hide his trembling hands. He felt like crying, but Malfoys probably don’t cry. To Hell with Malfoys and their rules! Harry turned his head and looked his husband straight in the eye, despite the tears which were running down his cheeks. “I don’t want to hear you! I don’t want to see you!”

“Then those things you said before running away and getting hurt…you really meant them,” that was more a statement than a question.

“Why would I say things I don’t mean?” Harry asked angrily. “I am not a fucking Slytherin! I don’t lie!”

“I have never lied to you,” Lucius argued.

“Oh, thank you very much!” The irony in his words was obvious and he was still sobbing, Lucius couldn’t stand that. He didn’t want his husband feeling like that. “You tried to turn me in some stupid, mindless pureblood wife, you made me to do everything you wanted and then you practically forbade me to keep my friends! It is good to know that at least you were being truthful.”

“I am sorry, if you feel like that, I just wanted to help you adjust and teach some useful things and about your friends…I guess I thought it was just for your own good…I care about you,” Lucius tried to explain himself which was harder than he had thought, because he was not sure what to say and he was not used to explaining himself.

“Don’t you dare to say that you care! You don’t care about me!” Harry shouted back. “You don’t even know me! You never talk to me! You just give me orders! I was stupid when I thought that if I do everything what you want me to do, then you will love me or something…I am stupid, because every time I do something, you order me more and I just keep loosing myself and you just don’t care for the real me…”

Lucius was crushed…if this was how Harry saw things…he had to think.

“Go away…” Harry whispered and turned his back to the other man.

Lucius didn’t dare to disobey.

***

A couple of days were uneventful. Harry was gradually regaining his strength. His only entertainment was Draco Malfoy, because Lucius obviously didn’t dare to show his face, which was fine with Harry…kind of…from the other side, he was constantly thinking about his husband. Wondering what the man was doing, what he was thinking. What was going to happen?

Harry had been harsh. He had said everything he wanted to say and probably even some extra to make an impression. Was Lucius also angry? Was it possible for them to stay together…

Draco actually was a good company. They had their meals together, played exploding snap and talked about Quiditch. And successfully avoided mentioning Draco’s father and Harry’s strained relationship with the man. They were not ready for that talk yet.

***

It was New Years Eve around five o’clock, when someone knocked on Harry’s room’s door. The boy was certain that it was Draco, so he was surprised when it was Lucius Malfoy.

At first Harry stared, then he averted his eyes and finally Lucius spoke up: “Harry, I wanted to ask, if you would agree to walk with me. I would like to talk to you. Please.”

Harry was actually relieved. It was strange, but he felt better, because Malfoy had finally done something and put end to the uncertainty which was just killing him. And they probably had to talk, so he just nodded.

“We are going outside, but you will not need your coat,” that was confusing, but Harry didn’t ask any questions, because they were wizards after all and probably there was a catch.

And, yes, there was a catch. They went outside, but Harry couldn’t feel any cold or snow, because a part of Malfoys’ gardens were charmed against winter cold. Everything was still green and some flowers were in the bloom. It was already dark, but the path was light, because five flying lanterns were following both men. It was beautiful.

“Maybe we should sit down; I assume that you are not completely recovered yet,” Harry’s first instinctive reaction was to yell at the man for ordering him around, but… Lucius was right. He was still recovering and still pregnant. So they sat on the bench.

“I already told you, that I wanted to talk to you,” Lucius voice made Harry believe that it was not easy for the other man. “Do you agree to listen to me? I am asking this, because I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, because I guess I did it before…”

“Yes,” Harry answered. “Yes, you did it before and, yes, I agree to listen to you.”

Lucius was relieved: “I thought about your words and I realized that I have been taking our marriage as granted. Probably I had not treated you well, but you can believe me that everything I did I did, because I wanted our marriage to work. Maybe I went the wrong way…for that I am sorry. It was different with my previous wife. I married her, because our parents requested it. We had no doubts about the nature of our union. We became friends, but I didn’t love her and she didn’t love me. There were certain things I requested from her and certain things I gave her in return. It was a deal and we both knew the conditions.

When we got married I started requesting the same from you… they are matter-of-cause in pureblood families. I realize that you don’t understand it and I am trying to accept that you are different from Narcissa and different from me…we come from completely different worlds. It is hard for me to understand you. I’ve been told that sometimes I lack ability to see things from other people’s perspective. I am ready to admit that it’s true and I don’t understand you at all.

But there is one thing I have to tell you. When I received your letter…I was shocked at first, but then I realized that I was the luckiest wizard in the world, because I had a chance with you. I could have you. I didn’t doubt that I should marry you, not even for a single moment. You are very important for me. I want to keep you; I want to have you with me. I guess I can’t tell you that I love you. That would not be correct, because I don’t know you at all. But I am attracted to you more than you could imagine. I am in love with you. And you are the person I believe I could love. I think that maybe our differences are the reason why I am so attracted to you, I shouldn’t have tried to change you…I just want to have you with me and I want to give you everything you want. I just don’t want what you want yet. And I am going to accept from you everything you want to give me and I will not ask you anything you can’t give me.

I am just asking you to try accepting me, excusing my mistakes and maybe we should start from beginning. If it is not too late.”

They were sitting in silence for some times. Harry was staring at some pixies that were attracted by the light of their lamps. Then the boy looked at Lucius: “I understand. And I forgive you. Pleased to meet you. My name is Harry Potter,” he offered his arm to the other man. Lucius smirked and quickly turned boy’s palm around kissing t instead of shaking.

That was so daring, charming and sweet… Harry couldn’t keep back laugh.

“You are very forgiving,” Lucius noted when they were walking back.

“Yes I am,” Harry affirmed. None of them ever mentioned that Lucius hadn’t actually asked for forgiveness, but for Harry knowing that the man had meant it was enough. He was a Malfoy after all.

***

That night Draco was very surprised to see his father and Harry Potter walking in the dinning room together.

That was the first actually nice dinner they had together. No one was yelling, glaring or wishing for another’s soon demise.

Draco wondered what had happened. Were they on friendly terms again? Draco was happy for them. And Draco also wasn’t. Why wasn’t Draco completely happy for them? Was he jealous of his father? Or Harry? That was a disturbing thought… What was he feeling?

***

Since now Harry could walk around again, Draco decided that it was time for him to show other boy his room. It was actually in the same indecently long hallway. Draco explained that they were in the South wing. So there was also the west wing, the north wing and the east wing. Malfoys just didn’t use them. Harry of course wanted to see the entire house, but Draco pointed, that they should ask father first, because there could be some dangerous items or other unfriendly things. Harry understood and didn’t say a word. They didn’t want to repeat the doxy accident.

When they entered Draco’s room Harry saw that contrary to his suit, it really looked like a room which was occupied by a teenager. There was a set of wizarding chess. A lot of different books and even some old toys which looked like they had been too loved to just throw them out when the owner had lost his interest in playing. There was Draco’s broom and a pile of Quiditch magazines and maybe some copies of ‘Playwizard’ hidden somewhere. Harry liked Draco’s room. It made him appear more human.

They lied down on Draco’s overlarge bed. Malfoys apparently preferred large beds. I wonder why, Harry smirked.

“What?” Draco caught on Gryffindors expression.

“Nothing,” Harry smiled. “Just thinking…”

“Oh, naughty thoughts,” the blonde teased.

“Noo,” Harry made an innocent face.

“Don’t you dare to lie to me!” Draco shouted in mock sternness. “Tell me everything!” Malfoy attacked Harry straddling him and starting a tickle attack.

“Dr..Draco stop!” Harry couldn’t talk, because he was laughing too hard.

“How about…No! You deserve to be punished, Potter!” The other boy continued tickling.

Harry was so pretty when he was laughing, so reckless and happy. So beautiful. Draco suddenly stopped.

Harry looked up at the blonde above him. Draco looked strange…

Draco leaned down, closer to Harry and their lips met.

“Wait, Draco,” Harry pushed the other boy away, breaking the kiss immediately. “What are you doing?” He was not angry, but surprised.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have done that! I’m sorry…it was just a moment and I… I, I don’t know what came over me…can you forgive me…” Draco knew he was babbling…

“It’s, Ok, Draco…it was just a kiss,” Harry wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince – Draco or himself. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it…things like that happen…Let’s just forget about it, Ok.”

“Yes,” Draco’s smile was strained and the conversation after their ‘accident’ was awkward.

***

Harry was confused when later he was thinking about what had happened. He had said Draco that things like their kiss happened between friends. But truthfully he had never had an urge to kiss Ron, no matter what. Ugh! That would be just vile…

Draco was not bed when you got to know him. He was witty and funny. And the cheeky Slytherin was also good looking, well, not just good looking, actually, more like drop dead gorgeous, especially after he had let his hair grow…but…but Draco was not Lucius.

Why did he kiss me? Was it really just a one time thing, like an accident? That was a weird kind of accident – falling on someone’s lips with your own…or maybe it is something more? Could Draco have some feelings for me? How? Why? What if Lucius finds out that his son had kissed me? I don’t want to cause any trouble. I don’t want them fighting because of me…What should I do? Should I talk to Draco? Or Lucius? No! I can’t say anything to Lucius…

***

Draco was also thinking about the kiss.

Oh, Salazzar, what did I do! Why?! What is wrong with me? He is my father’s husband! And what if he wasn’t…But he is…

Draco was lying awake that night. He simply couldn’t sleep and couldn’t stop thinking about Harry Potter. It was not possible, it couldn’t be true…but…Yes, he found Harry attractive, yes, he thought that Hary was a great person, yes, Harry made him laugh, yes, he loved spending time with Harry, yes, he wanted to take care of Harry, yes, he wanted to know him better, yes, he had wanted to kiss Harry, yes, he had enjoyed the kiss…

Yes, he was in love with his father’s husband….

***

Lucius was sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace and thinking about his life and his marriage. Right now the marriage and Harry were the most important in his life. Lucius was desperate to make it work.

Suddenly the flames in the fireplace flared up and Lucius saw the last person he was expecting.
He was not able to sewer all his ties with Death Eaters instantly. So he had been making up excuses not to join their operations and also he’s been passing information to Dumbledore. He was afraid he would have to pay for it.

“Luciuss, can I come over,” asked The Dark Lord. But Lucius Malfoy knew that it was not a question. He had do collect himself and warn Harry somehow.

“Yes, of course, I will be honored my Lord,” the Malfoy patriarch bowed and stepped aside letting his husband’s worst nightmare enter his house through the fireplace and not showing how ‘pleased’ actually he was with his Lord’s unexpected visit.

The snake faced wizard sat down in one of Malfoy’s armchairs and Lucius inquired if he could offer something.

The Dark Lord declined, probably he didn’t use any normal food anyway: “So, I have heard that you had declined all invitations to your comradesss’ festivities thisss year, Luciusss…Still mourning the losss of dear Narcisssa?” The Dark Lord himself offered Lucius an excuse for his reluctance to spend time in company of Death Eaters.

“Yes, my Lord. She was a great woman,” Lucius affirmed, and he really meant it.

“Yesss, indeed…such a tragedy…” the dark wizard didn’t sound a bit sorry. Maybe it was just impossible for the man to express emotions except hate and anger? Or maybe he didn’t have any.

“May I ask why am I graced with your company, my Lord?” Lucius inquired. “Is there anything you need my help with,” he added to appear just curious and obliging, not scared or uncomfortable.

“Do I need a reason to visit one of my most loyal Death Eaters?” The snake asked suspiciously.

Lucius was already going to give a becoming answer when the worst possible thing happened.

“Lucius, can I borrow a book,” that was Harry Potter’s initial purpose when he walked in the library, but after the boy noticed his husband’s paleness and horrified expression seeing him, he had to ask: “Is something wrong, Lucius?”

Lucius gaze was traveling back and forth from one wizard to other.

Voldemort’s crimson eyes flared: “Yesss, tell usss Luciusss, iss there anysssing wrong.”

“Harry! Get out!” Malfoy shouted.

“Oh no, missster Potter will not be leaving uss…now when we finally meet…” Voldemort rose from his seat and with a flick of his wand all the doors, windows and even the fire-place were fastened with gigantic bolts.

Harry was really scared, first, he didn’t have his wand, second, if he died then his baby also died.

“Ssso…Mr. Potter, no wand I sssee? Very recklessly of you…”

“Don’t you dare to touch him!” Lucius’s voice roared. Next moment the man was lying on the ground stupefied.

“I have never liked you Luciusss,” The Dark Lord was probably smirking; it was hard to tell with his lack of a decent face. “You have always been too arrogant my little snake; did you really think you could fool me? But you are alssso very resourceful, even againssst your will. Sssank you for delivering me Potter.”

Then the Snake turned to Harry. “Luciuss won’t interrupt uss again now,” he hissed.

Harry was ready to beg, beg for his child’s life, but then he realized that it would only humiliate him. Voldemort knew no mercy. Harry was going to die, no matter what. There was nothing he could do. Not without his wand. Not when he was locked in the room with the wizard who wanted him dead so badly.

“You have essscaped me more timesss than anyone elsse,” Voldemort continued holding Harry on the wand-point. “But know, you probably sssee that there isss no escape for you.”

Harry knew it. He didn’t want to die, he had a baby, maybe if he could gain some time, maybe someone would come and save him, but no one knew that Voldemort was here and no one was coming. The sudden realization made Harry’s knes weak and he slid down on the carpet.

“Yess, Potter, thatsss how you should be on your kneesss in front offf me,” Voldemort leered. “Nothing sso great about you after all. Don’t you have anysssing to sssay?”

Harry had nothing to say, the only thing he could think about was his child, his baby boy, nothing had sense without his child who was doomed because of him…Harry was ready to die, but his child, he couldn’t let the baby die, but there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing! He had never been so desperate before…

“You are sso boring tonight, should I cast some crucios to get at least a sssscream from you?” Voldemort was contemplating. “Yess, I would like to play, but I am afraid I am in hurry you sssee, I am not going to let my chance go, I guesss very ssoon the younger Malfoy will notice that something iss not right here and call your dear headmaster. We can’t have that…” Voldemort had decided that he’s been already talking for too long and Potter was defeated and humble in front of him, the boy was not even trying to fight. “So I’ll give you a relatively painlessss deasss, Potter. You should sssank me… Goodbye, Potter! Avada Kedavra!”

***

Am I dead?Was the only thought on Harry’s mind, before he opened his eyes. Well, obviously he was not dead, but what had happened then?

“Mr. Potter! Harry? How are you feeling?” Madame Pomfrey, no he was not dead.

“I don’t know,” Harry coughed, his throat was dry. “What happened?”

That minute Lucius Malfoy kneeled down next to Harry and the boy realized that he was lying on the sofa, still in library: “I was stunned, I heard everything, but I didn’t see what exactly happened.” Lucius’s voice was quivering; he took hold of Harry’s hand and kissed it. Everything was written on blonde’s face; he had not believed that Harry would survive. That was true. Lucius was forced to listen how he Dark Lord cast a killing curse on his husband – he would never forget it.

Then after the curse was spoken and the spell put on Lucius by The Dark Lord broke, he realized that something was wrong. Lucius almost cried from happiness when he rushed to Harry’s side and found out that the boy was unconscious, but alive.

Harry noticed that there was also Draco, Snape and of course smiling Albus Dumbledore: “Don’t worry, my boy, we will figure everything out.”

That moment a house elf popped up: “Master Malfoy, aurors is here.” The elf announced.

“Let them in,” Lucius ordered, kissing his young husband’s hand one more time, before standing up and straightening his robes. He didn’t want to leave Harry’s side, but the aurors could misunderstand the situation.

The library door sprang open and a horde of hit-wizards barged in the Malfoy library.

“What is happening here?” Cornelius Fudge made his way to the front. “Is it true, is it…true that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been…was there tonight?”

“Good evening, Cornelius,” Albus Dumbledore greeted, cheerful as ever. “Yes, indeed, Tom decided to visit the Malfoy family here and unfortunately met mister Potter here. But fortunately, it turned out that the luck was on Mister Potter’s side.”

“Whaat?” The Minister blinked.

“Tom, whom you better know as Lord Voldermort has ceased to exist, Cornelius,” the Headmaster explained kindly.

Fudge’s eyes bulged: “Are you sure? And where is the proof that it’s really Him?”

“There are some remains,” the headmaster pointed at the pile of ash on the carpet. “And if it is not enough for you, minister, then surprisingly Tom’s wand had survived the whole ordeal.”

Fudge’s expression changed from dubious to excited: “Well, we will have to examine the proof, but I have no reason to doubt you Headmaster.” The man had no reason to want to doubt Dumbledore. When he imagined that he could announce to wizarding world that You-Know-Who had been finally defeated, man’s little rat’s eyes brightened. But that would be Potter’s credit. However the minister was going to do something himself to gain some recognition.

Fudge looked at the older Malfoy. “Now, Lucius. I had waited for this opportunity for long time. Finally I have an opportunity to knock you of your high horse!” The man sneered. “Hand over your wand Lucius Malfoy.”

Lucius narrowed his eyes dangerously: “You have no idea what you are doing, Fudge.”

“Are you threatening me? Don’t you try to resist the arrest! You are overpowered!” The coward squealed in a high-pitched voice. “Lucius Malfoy you are arrested for kidnapping Harry Potter!”

Snape rolled his eyes and Albus Dumbledore chuckled making Fudge glare at him, because the minister couldn’t see the reason for fun and the barmy headmaster was spoiling his moment of glory with his inadequate behavior.

“Cornelius, my boy, you are making a terrible mistake here,” Dumbledore was glad to explain. “You see, mister Potter here had not been kidnapped, he came by his free will. To visit.”

Fudge’s cheeks turned red: “Right! Potter visiting Malfoys! I am not stupid. Shacklebot! Take him away!” Little man’s face had turned in color of fuchsia.

“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, jumping up in sitting position, which made Madame Pomfrey scowl and try to push him back on the couch. “No one has kidnapped me!”

“Mister Potter,” Fudge turned to their Savior. “I don’t know what’s got into you, but there is no need to lie. Seize him immediately!” Fudge appeared desperate to get Lucius Malfoy under arrest.

“Don’t you dare!” Harry lost the control of his temper: “If you lay your finger on him I will hex you into the next century! I am not kidnapped! We are married! See the ring? He is my husband, damn it! See my stomach! I am pregnant, you fool!” Boy’s face was red and he was tired and fed up with Fudge and also Dumbledore who was apparently teasing the minister on purpose. Harry didn’t have patience for their stupid games!

Lucius raised an eyebrow. This was not how he wanted to announce his marriage and Harry’s pregnancy to publics, but, it was done. Now he had to get his irate spouse somewhere quiet: “I think, I’ll better take Harry up to his room, he should have some rest. And close your mouth, Cornelius.”

***

Lucius and Harry walked upstairs in silence. When they entered boy’s room, Lucius turned to his young husband. “Harry,” the man asked without the usual confidence in his voice. “Will you let me…can I hold you?”

Harry looked other man in the eyes and he just couldn’t say ‘no’ and he didn’t want to say ‘no’. “Please,” the boy whispered and Lucius pulled his beloved in his arms. Lucius sat down in one of the large armchairs; he pulled Harry in his lap securely wrapping his arms around the younger man from behind. Harry could feel his husband’s heart beat as his back was pressed to the strong chest.

“I am so glad that you are safe now,” Lucius whispered, his lips brushing against boy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I was afraid,” Harry admitted.

“I know,” Lucius rubbed his cheek against boy’s hair. “I was also afraid that I will loose you, you both.” The man tenderly stroked his husband’s stomach.

Right now Harry didn’t care what an ass Lucius had been, he was safe in this man’s arms, he was happy, he was alive, and his child was alive. Everything else seemed so insignificant right now.

“Would you…would you,” Harry tried not to blush. “Could you stay with me tonight?”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

***

Harry was lying and looking at The Dark Mark which marred his husband’s forearm. It appeared to be fading. So it was finally over. Well, no completely. It wouldn’t be over until the last Death Eater would be caught. But that was different.

Lucius, who was asleep and unaware of his husband’s musings, pulled Harry closer.

Harry smiled to himself. At once his life was not that bad.

***

Next day all the Malfoy family was having breakfast together. After they had almost lost each other, the family had become more important than everything.

“So, father,” Draco inquired politely. “Have we received any howlers or any pretended congratulations?”

“If so, then house elves are already taking care of them,” Lucius smirked. “I haven’t seen ‘The Prophet ’ today, but I suppose that the unicorn is out of the woods.”

“Yes, it is,” Draco affirmed. He was watching his father and man’s husband. He could tell that they have worked out their differences. Draco tried to be happy for them, but he couldn’t. His pitiful jealousy was spoiling everything. Yesterday after Harry had regained his consciousness he had not spared Draco a moment, he had not even looked at Draco, just Lucius. No matter how the bastard had treated him.

Wait! What was he saying. Harry was married to his father and he was pregnant. Draco just didn’t know what to do with his own feelings.

Meanwhile Harry had won a fight with Lucius (but a friendly fight) and was reading an article in ‘The Daily Prophet’. One of the aurors was a rat. Definitelly.

HARRY POTTER DEFEATS YOU-KNOW-WHO
HARRY POTTER MARRIED TO LUCIUS MALFOY
HARRY POTTER PREGNANT

Apparently they had been unable to decide, which news was a bigger sensation. Damn! Weasleys probably were reading this right now and Remus and Sirius and Hermione! What are they going to say? Was he in the deep shit?

***

Naturally there was a lot of commutation around Voldemort’s demise. Everyone could see the dark wizard’s remains and his wand in the Diagonal Alley where they were exposited in a special stand. Harry found it slightly tasteless, but Lucius had explained that it would help assure people that it was finally over, that The Dark Lord was not going to endanger them again. It had been hard, but Harry had started admitting that sometimes his older husband really knew better. And it was a good feeling – to have around someone who knew better, who took care of him and made him feel safe.

Lucius had stoically endured all the verbal abuse when Weasleys and Hermione had came over to visit Harry. The man had even endured Siriuss’ attack and not hexed Harry’s godfather too badly. Lucius’s house elves were burning tons of howlers every day. Lucius was there when their baby had moved for the first time.

Aurors were still trying to catch remaining Death Eaters, so it was decided that Harry and Draco were not returning to the school that year, to keep them safe from any acts of revenge.


***

The first of May, St. Mungo’s

Lucius Malfoy was pacing in the hallway. Draco was sitting in the chair and sipping cofee. Remus had dragged Sirius Black into the other room to keep him from cracking in Lucius Malfoy’s scull for impregnating his godson. Ron and Hermione were sitting both in one chair, hugging each other, since they had become a couple.

“Why is it taking so long!” Lucius finally lost his temper.

“It is taking so long, because it is supposed to take this long, father,” Draco sounded annoyed. “Nothing is wrong. Harry is healthy and the baby is fine. They are just going to cut it out, then sew him up and everything will be over. Simply as that.”

“It should be over already!” Lucius roared.

That moment an elderly mediwizard stepped out of Harry’s room. The man was grinning. Sirius and Remus hurriedly returned to the room, all disagreements forgotten.

“The operation was successful. The mo…father and the child are both fine, you can see them, just promise to behave.”

Lucius was not listening to the man anymore. He was the first who hurried into the room: “Harry, are you fine?!”

The boy had just endured a Caesarian cut, because he had not the appropriate anatomy to give the birth naturally.

“We are both fine,” Harry smiled. He was tired, but happy.

Then Lucius noticed the bundle his young husband was holding. Their child. He leaned down to trace the small face with his finger and then smiled at Harry.

“Thank you, my love,” and the blond man gently kissed his husband on his lips. This was the greatest present he had ever received. Then Lucius noticed something on the baby’s forehead: “What is that?” The blonde poked little boy’s forehead with his finger.

“I guess that is the answer,” Harry smiled sadly. “It is a lightning bolt. Now we know that it was not me who killed Voldemort. The-Baby-Who-Lived-and-Saved-His-Daddy…”

Then other wizards approached the bed to take a look at the baby. Sirius noted that the child was not very good looking and Remus smacked him on the head - everyone knew that newborns were not beautiful – they were red, wrinkly and puffy, something like that.

Harmione was smiling like mad and Ron was eyeing the girl suspiciously. After growing up in a large family he was not sure if he wanted to become a father soon, well, but he had a lot of fun with his siblings…maybe it wouldn’t be that bad after all…and all that fun until they got her pregnant…

Draco was looking at his father and his husband. He had been doing that for months. He had decided to put aside his own feelings; he just wished he would meet someone who would make him as happy as Harry had made his father.


The End

A/N: Yes, sorry, but that's it. This story is as good as I could make it. And, while i am not sure if the final part is perfect, that's how it is. Mostly, because i eas going to write a sequel, but haven't managed yet. Please thank me for the story with your reviews, or unleash your anger and frustration over my head.

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