A New Family For Harry

Almost forgot to say, thank you, thank you, thank you, for all of your encouraging reviews and ratings!

I just got back after break, so here's a new chapter to "A New Family For Harry". I love everyone's reviews -- they keep me writing -- but here are some particular replies to more specific or detailed comments from readers:

tribebohemian, thank you a bunch for your detailed comments!!! It's fantastic to learn that you feel like the developments are organic and have a sort of logic (within the context of the story and Lucius's thoughts, of course). So happy to know you liked the Harry/Draco scene. I hope that you continue to find the pacing works well in this story.

Zuka, I'm pleased you like naive!Harry. I'm glad lots of people are finding him appealing. Endymia and Brionne, I'm so glad you took a chance on this story, though you don't necessary read in this category at all or anymore. If you're curious, this will be chan, but then also will continue as Harry gets older (so more like teenager/adult type thing -- I don't know if people think that's chan or not, but I kind of think it's different).

hkortekaas, just to give you a heads up, there will be at the very least some of Lucius noticing Draco -- and maybe more, up to actual Lucius/Draco. That may not be what you're looking for, but the story does seem to potentially lead that way, so I wanted to warn you in case it does go there.

And LaToya_Snape, -- e.t.a., because I changed this policy -- please give me your email if you want me to put you on the email update list for this story. Your initial comment didn't include that info. For now, I hope you find the story, and read the new parts, because I really appreciate hearing your response.

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For months, Lucius failed to discover Harry and Draco in a position similar to the one he had found them on that fateful day in the Men's Salon.

It was not for lack of trying.

He crept up on the boys a few days after as they played in the tree house he had supervised the building of, but only found them trading Chocolate Frog Cards and chattering about the real broomsticks they would one day fly.

At the sound of a soft sight weeks later, he darted out of the hallway and slipped into Draco's suite of rooms, only to find his son asleep, napping away an afternoon, his white blond hair sticking out in all directions, dreaming whatever it was children dreamed of.

When he marked the giggles coming from the bath attached to Harry's rooms, he observed the scene from another hidden panel, though all he witnessed was Dobby adding more bubbles as Harry splashed around in the large tub and talked about his friend Ron.

If they repeated their almost-tryst, he was not able to catch them at the current time.

Would that he could make his fantasies similarly devoid of such scenes. Though he dutifully turned his mind towards work that had to be done, favors that needed to be curried, political connections that required they be nourished, at night, alone in his rooms, his thoughts turned back to that sight of his son and his ward.

Harry, lips red and plump, giggling and teasing, splayed underneath his playmate's body...

Draco, determined but unknowing what adult scenario with which he played, eager and awkward, kissing with more ardor than skill...

The grunts Draco made towards the end, as Lucius sped his hand on his own prick, wondering if the small sounds his son made were the precursors to something like an actual orgasm...

Harry, laid out like an offering, body made for pleasure...

With such tempting pictures in his mind, Lucius stroked himself to completion every night, sometimes groaning as he remembered the back and forth motion of his son's hips, sometimes spilling as he dreamed of interrupting the scene and feeding his prick into that lush mouth of Harry's.

* * *

They were at another spring time. It had been months since Narcissa had tried to coax Lucius into her rooms. He had pleaded exhaustion, distraction, anything at all, really, to avoid her.

It was not that he found her unattractive. But when he closed his eyes, he saw the small muscular legs of Harry and Draco as they ran, Harry's bright grin, Draco's petulant pout. It seemed wrong somehow to touch his wife when his thoughts were of something entirely different.

"I've arranged to bring the boys to tea in Diagon Alley," Narcissa told him one morning at breakfast. "If you would like to join us --"

"How wonderful," Lucius interrupted. "But I think I will take advantage of your plans to pay some social calls I have been promising."

She seemed only slightly dissatisfied when he left the breakfast room.

Perhaps she had a lover already.

* * *

Though Lucius knew that his family was not far away in terms of distance, the shops and street corners of Knockturn Alley were separate enough for his purposes.

Perhaps he would walk over to where they shopped and took tea later, join them unexpectedly as they all expressed surprise and pleasure at his change of plans.

But for now, he entered a nondescript but rickety building, and was shown briskly to a room adorned in red velvet curtains and furnishings.

"Perhaps sir would like a young woman, lovely breasts, golden hair, sweet little --"

"No," Lucius interrupted the brothel keeper.

"Ah," the man said with a wink. "A strapping lad, then, broad shoulders, but knows how to take it like a --"

"Not that...type," Lucius said.

"Pretty boy, then, more your kind?" the man asked jovially.

Lucius lifted his shoulders, an almost imperceptible shrug.

"I'll show you a few, then. Roger!"

A young man, strawberry blond and slight, slipped into the room. He cast his eyes down at the floor, but a smile played on his lips.

Lucius frowned.

"No? Away, then," the proprieter said as he shooed Roger off. "Bring in...oh, I know, Douglas..."

A dark-haired boy, medium height and getting gangly, came in next. He gave Lucius a defiant expression, then a sly wink.

Lucius looked away in distaste.

"Hmmm. I don't know if we -- all right, Nigel?"

The next boy had the dark hair of his predecessor, and the slightness of the first young man. But this, this was a boy, at least in appearance. Taller than Lucius might have wanted, but without explicit instructions, or even perhaps Polyjuice...

"He will do," Lucius drawled.

* * *

Ten or so minutes later, Lucius had the boy kneeling in front of him, sucking on his cock.

"Not like that, not like you've done it before," Lucius hissed.

The boy blinked up at him. But when he returned to his task, he slurped and choked, indeed as though this was the first time he'd had a prick between his lips.

"Yes, exactly, yes," Lucius murmured.

The boy trained his wide eyes on Lucius, and bent to continue. He was sloppy, frantic, sometimes unsure, other times seeming overwhelmed.

It was brilliant. Lucius finally held the boy's head in his hands, gripping him by the ears as he thrust forward again and again, no regard for the gagging sounds or swallowed surprised cries.

"Very well done," he said at last.

The boy panted, and licked Lucius's come from his spent cock, an expression of wonder on his face.

Really, the boy was a consummate actor if he could pretend for Lucius that he was new to such doings.

"I think I will fuck you," Lucius mused as he stroked the boy's hair and made it stand on end.

"All right, I -- er, what do you mean?" the boy asked, changing quickly from his first response to one of sweet ignorance.

If it had been Harry, Lucius would have taken some care, so that he could see the sweet green eyes haze over with pleasure, watch the ruby lips part in ecstasy, hear the piping voice express shock along with growing desire.

But since instead he had a boy whore who only looked enough like Harry for him to maintain the illusion, he let himself go, and fucked the child hard.

Still, he made sure to bring the boy off, aiming to touch that pleasure spot inside of him, and wrapping his fingers around the small sweet prick that he'd made hard.

The boy came with a strangled shout, and Lucius pounded into his arse until he arched his back and groaned.

The disappointment came when he examined his hand. "You look small for your age?" Lucius guessed as he wiped the semen off on the boy's back.

The boy gasped for air, and nodded.

If it had been Harry, it wouldn't have been this yet, more a clear, sweet fluid that Lucius would long to lap and swallow.

"Again?" the boy asked in a hoarse voice when he could speak.

Lucius considered, examining the wince the boy made as Lucius pulled out of him. "Perhaps another time," he said finally.

"If you want me again, remember, my name is Ni--"

"That will do," Lucius said in a curt voice.

The boy gulped and gathered his things before leaving the room.

* * *

Lucius caught up with his family as they sat in a cafe. They had obviously taken tea earlier, and now Draco was setting some Quidditch figurines into a confrontation, while Narcissa prattled on with Margaret Greengrass and her little girl.

Harry paged through a large encyclopedia, but his attention was all for Lucius as soon as he spotted him.

Narcissa and Draco acknowledged him before returning to their occupations.

But Harry, without asking, hopped off his chair and climbed onto Lucius's lap, resting his head against Lucius's chest and sighing happily as Lucius stroked his back and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.