Chapter 4
Harry wasn't sure if he had even gone to sleep. He might have, or he might have just been in very deep shock. It didn't really matter, though, as he was definitely awake now. He'd tried to get off the bed some time ago and, realizing it wouldn't work, had pressed himself against the headboard and pulled his knees to his chest, waiting skittishly for Malfoy to wake up.
Last night had been… he didn't want to think about last night, he wanted to see Evan. He'd let Lucius Malfoy bugger him again so he could see his son and a part of him had wanted to beg for the privilege when they had finished, but he didn't think Lucius would have allowed him and, more importantly, didn't think he could have walked.
He wasn't sure what time it was when the blond wizard finally started to shift in the bed as he slowly woke up, but he did know the sun had been up for some time. Harry forced himself not to twitch away as Lucius looked up groggily, but on the whole, alert enough, "Up all ready, love?"
"Stop that." Harry hadn't been able to shut his mouth in time. He saw the dangerous scowl on Lucius face, but didn't move fast enough; not that he was at all sure where he would have gone to if he had.
Strong hands encircled his wrists and pulled him over awkwardly, so that he was nose to nose with Lucius, "Now that you are here you will not be leaving. I have retained your son simply because I thought it would make you more docile." He tightened his fingers around Harry's wrists, "If that concept proves futile, love," he emphasized the word 'love' with a brutal twist on one arm, "I might just send him back."
Harry tried to pull his arm away, biting back a scream as it was pulled further in the wrong direction, "Send him away and I will fight you."
Lucius straddled his chest, forcing his back against the mattress and causing his breath to seize up painfully in his lungs, "And I will enjoy watching you fail." There were several moments of silence before he suddenly stood up, speaking the password to bring down the barriers and letting Harry go, "Come. There's healing soaps in the shower, and besides you really should take a bath before breakfast, love."
Harry hesitated for only a second before he got up and followed. His skin was crawling. The bathroom was vast; there was a tub large enough to fit three or four people and the wizarding equivalent of a showerhead affixed to the ceiling in a corner. No curtains or doors sectioned off the shower, just a large patch of black tile, a drain, and a seat built into the wall.
Lucius walked onto the tile and the shower turned on, spewing jets of already steaming water against his pale skin. Harry stared for a moment, unsure what to do. He wanted to bathe, but he did not want to be anywhere near Malfoy at the moment, especially unclothed.
The hesitation did not go unnoticed and Lucius opened his eyes, ignoring the water cascading down his face, "In. Now."
Harry gulped, but stepped closer, each bare foot slapping against the marble ominously. As soon as he stepped within reach Lucius, gripped his upper arm and pulled him to stand in front, dropping the arm to encircle Harry's waist, "Much better."
Harry didn't think so, but he said nothing, closing his eyes as Malfoy reached for the soap. He clenched his teeth as he felt the bar run over his body, the tips of Lucius' fingers brushing against his chest and abdomen. God, he was never showering again.
The soap disappeared, but was quickly replaced with a soapy hand that worked its' way between the two bodies, moved down Harry's spine. Despite his trepidation, he kept reminding himself of his reasons for not fighting back and didn't pull away as a single finger worked up and down his cleft. He did, however, jerk violently as it inserted itself into the tight, torn confines of his arse and set the still open wounds on fire.
The arm around his waist tightened, keeping him from pulling away. If the hard on pressed against the middle of his back was any indication, his slight struggles and small noises of protest were turning his aggressor on. The finger moved slightly and the pain seemed to ease. Harry forced himself to stop moving entirely and Lucius purred into his ear, "As I said, healing soap. There now, isn't that better?"
He removed the finger and Harry turned around, backing as far away as he could, less than three feet from Malfoy, "Don't touch me. You got what you wanted last night and you won't get anything else till I've seen my son again."
The older man stepped forward, pressing his hands onto the wet wall on either side of Harry's shoulders, "As much as I would love to prove you wrong, love, we have breakfast to attend."
When they entered the room, Evan was sitting at the seat of the long dining table Lucius had assigned for him. He was wearing a long black robe of fine cotton that hung down over his little feet. Lucius had assumed being tended by house elves would have made it easier on the boy, seeing as he had one for a nurse maid, however, he appeared to have been crying; his eyes were puffy and slightly red, his cheeks flushed and he kept sniffing.
The moment he saw Evan, Harry had run over, flinging his arms around his son and pulled him onto the floor into his lap. "Evan, oh gods, are you okay?"
Evan sniffed a few more times before answer, "Yeah."
Harry grabbed the side of the boy's pale face carefully and lifted it up to look into his eyes, seemingly examining every inch he could. "Why were you crying?"
"They took my clothes away and they wouldn't give them back. Not the robe Great Grandpa Albus gave me. Not even the socks, they wouldn't give my socks back and the house elves said they threw them away, they said they were too dirty."
Lucius watched with detached interest as Harry ran his hands over his son's hair, an obvious smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Cover your ears and hum."
Evan clamped his hands over his ears and closed his eyes as his began humming. He appeared to be concentrating very hard. Harry made sure the ears were properly covered before turning back to Lucius, his eyes bright with anger, "I don't care what the bloody hell you have to do, you ignorant twat, but you will get those socks back."
The blonde wizard forced himself not to raise his hand. He wanted the child to be comfortable with him around and hitting Harry just now would probably be counter affective. "I assure you that I am neither ignorant, nor a part of the female anatomy; you will address me as Lucius. Forget that again and it will be a week before you get the privilege of seeing your son. As for the socks, I fail to see the importance."
The anger had quickly ebbed from Harry's face, as well as all color, at the mention of not seeing son. It had been replaced by an almost desperate edge, "They're his Gryffindor socks, Lucius. He gets a pair every year from Dobby and he doesn't take them off, he loves them, he…" Harry glanced back at his son, making sure the ears were still properly, "thinks they'll make him Gryffindor. Just, please, he's five years old. Let him have his stupid socks."
Lucius stared down at the two, noting that Evan had opened his eyes slightly, an evil glint in the grey depths that reminded him very much of Draco as a small child, especially when he had told on one of the other children and was watching them get scolded; very interesting. When he was sure Harry had waited long enough he nodded, "I'll see that it's taken care of. Now do get off the floor. Breakfast is getting cold."
He saw Harry look up, noticing the lavish foods for the first time. Evan had stopped humming and his hands were clasped behind his back innocently. Lucius forced himself not to say anything as Harry sat in a chair and put his son in his lap, as though it were the most natural thing. Perhaps it was. Draco had never been coddled as such, always intent on proving he could do things by himself, but Evan did not protest, in fact he seemed to relax.
Eating his own meal, he watched the two interact, making note of several things. Harry was more than just over protective of his son; they might as well have been one person. He didn't need to ask what Evan wanted to eat and Evan didn't need to be told to slow down, or sit still. In fact, Lucius could say that, other than the fact he was sitting in someone's lap, Evan was the most well mannered five year old he'd ever come across. Even Draco had been rather clumsy at that age, but this boy chewed with his mouth shut, held his glass in two hands to ensure he didn't spill, and dabbed the corners of his mouth when he was finished.
When Evan had taken the last bite off the plate he turned his head, kissed his father's cheek and got into his own chair, taking the glass of juice carefully with him. Lucius tried to keep from openly displaying his shock. Harry Potter, hope of thousands, the man that could silence an entire room with a look, was so wrapped around his son's finger that he let him eat in his lap. It was preposterous; it was possibly one of the strangest scenes Lucius had ever seen. It was obvious the boy was capable of sitting on his own; he could reach the table well enough from his seat.
Having finished his own meal, Lucius waited for Harry to quickly shovel food in his mouth, pouring tomato sauce and baked beans on top his eggs before piling the disgusting mess onto a piece of toast. This was going to have to stop. Lucius refused to be put off food this early in the morning. "You can slow down. I am in no hurry."
Harry looked up, blushing in a very delightful way, "Of course, I'm just used to eating quickly so that I can get to class before the students."
"You eat under such strict limits that you practically swallow your food whole, and yet your son eats in your lap before you even begin?" He ignored the angry glare sent to him by the five year old, although it could not escape his attention how very much like Severus it was. "Tomorrow he will eat in his own seat."
Harry's green eyes slit dangerously, "Hum, Evan." As small as Harry may have been, he could come off quite territorial. At the moment he had locked eyes with Lucius and refused to break the stare, as though dealing with a predatorial animal.
Evan complied, although, with those curiously knitted dark eyebrows, Lucius got the impression he was listening anyway. Leaning forward, Harry's eyes never wavered, "Despite what control you may think you have over me, Lucius, you made it very clear what was expected of me last night. I will… spread my legs like a good little whore, but I will not accept advice on how to raise my son. So, you will keep your nose out of my family business."
Had he not had such an easily played trump card, Lucius had to admit he would have been intimidated. As it was, however, Harry seemed to forget that, while last night's excursion was the first of many to come, it was not the only thing Lucius wanted. He wanted control, he wanted to own the other man mind, body, and soul, he wanted to be the thing Harry feared and craved most in the world. He wanted it, and he would have it, even if it meant using the cheapest of tactics.
Never taking his gaze from Harry, Lucius stood up and walked slowly around the table, noting Evan had stopped all pretence and dropped his hands to his side. Harry did not seem to have noticed, or perhaps didn't care. Lucius leaned down, nose to nose with the smaller man, waiting until he saw the reluctant hesitation flicker through the mutinous expression. "I want much more from you than that and I dare say you know it. Stop pretending you have any control over anything that happens in this house."
He pressed his palm lightly over Harry's mouth when it opened it to reply, "Shh… send your son away, love, you don't want him to see this."
The green eyes faltered and Harry shook his head in disbelief. He knew that look, knew what it meant when Lucius eyes dilated every so slightly and his mouth twitched in grim mockery of a smile. He knew and he didn't want Evan to see. "Go back to your room, Evan."
"But, father…"
He couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from the monster still staring so closely at him, "Just go. Go now."
(scene omitted for the sake of posterity, and because I refuse to risk my ass)
