A/N:

First off, massive sorry for how long this took, had a million and one things to do and unfortunately this couldn't be a priority, but it should be now so yay

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, although I must say, that with almost 80 people following, 3 reviews is a little disappointing.

The new chapter of My Soul should be up by the weekend, and hopefully a new chapter of this will be too.

Until then, happy reading…

With that he left Harry alone to settle in.

Harry gazed around the room in wonder. It was more amazing than anywhere he'd ever been before and it definitely beat his cupboard. He couldn't believe it was all his. There was a massive bed, big enough to comfortably fit four people, in the centre of the room, with cream sheets and a champagne throw and pillows scattered at the head. There were two small side tables either side of the bed and a large chest of draws in the corner. Opposite the bed there was a door which Harry walked though to find a bathroom fit for a king with a marble toilet and long counter with a sink set into it. In one corner there was a bathtub almost as big as the one in the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts and in another a large shower. There was another door leading off from the bathroom that harry walked though to find a walk in wardrobe bigger than his aunt and uncles bedroom. There was a vanity table up against the far wall, which was completely mirrored; his clothes had already been unpacked by a house elf.

Returning to the main part of his room he saw a door that he hadn't noticed before, leading to a large sitting room with a lovely fireplace with a small sofa and armchairs surrounding it. A door off the room lead to what harry could only describe as a mini-library and study, with a large desk, with a high backed chair on the side nearest the wall and two smaller chairs facing it, obviously meant for meetings. There was a shelf above the desk containing his school books. The other half of the room was taken up with shelves filled with books, on a range of subject, although Harry noticed that there was a whole section on veela's and there mates. Harry poked his head out of yet another door to find that it led back out to the hallway, obviously there so he didn't have to take guests through his private rooms.

Glancing at the clock, Harry discovered that he still had an hour to go until dinner and decided to take a shower. Walking back to the bathroom, he switched the shower and stood under the water, leaning his head back and sighing in bliss, thankful for the unlimited hot water of magical showers, which were always at just the right temperature. For the first time since discovering that he was Lucius' mate, Harry allowed himself a chance to think about what had happened. He had been angry when he first found out, that yet another choice had been taken from him, but now he acknowledge that the thought of someone loving him unconditionally was kind of nice and there was no denying that The elder Malfoy was gorgeous. Plus, Harry was fed up of having to take care of everyone around him all the time, having been forced into the role of saviour from the age of one. Looking across his beautiful bathroom through clouds of steam, Harry finally admitted to himself that maybe he'd done his bit. And that maybe, just maybe, he deserved to be looked after for once in his life.

After his shower, Harry felt much better about his situation and he wandered through to his wardrobe. Locating his best robes, he pulled them on, before walking over to the vanity and attempting to sort his hair out. Once he had given that up as a lost cause he walked back to his bedroom to wait for Lucius.

Lucius picked him up at 7:00 and took his arm to walk him down to dinner.

"Are your rooms to your liking, or do you wish for them to be changed?"

"There perfect, thank you so much."

Lucius once again allowed the ghost of a smile to grace his lips, "I'm glad." He said, before leading Harry into an amazing dinning hall, with a table big enough to seat 20 people stretching across the centre of the room. He led Harry to the end of the table, which was set for four places.

Harry looked at Lucius curiously, who gestured to the seat on his left before sitting himself at the head of the table. Once they were both seated, he looked over to Harry and saying, "We don't usually eat in here, there is a much more informal dinning room, but as its your first night here I felt it was more fitting to eat in here."

Harry nodded at this before pointing out "there are four places set."

"yes."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, "Why are there four places set?"

Lucius' smirked before saying, "before I tell you that, I need to tell you a little more about my marriage."

Harry's eyes took on a dangerous glint at those words and his body stiffened, but he gestured for Lucius to continue.

"When I was younger, it was expected that I would quickly find my mate and settle down, allowing me to produce an heir, which, in my fathers eyes at least, was the most important thing in the world. However, as time passed and my mate did not appear, my father became nervous. It was agreed that I would marry a pure blood girl; on the condition that I could divorce after an heir was born or my mate came of age, which ever came first." He sighed before continuing, "me and Narcissa Black were close friends at school and the Black family were happy to have a daughter marry into the Malfoys and agreed, on the terms that we could only be divorced after a child had reached the age of 11, unless my mate came of age beforehand and that Narcissa would be cared for and allowed access to her child. I readily agreed, after all, Narcissa was my best friend and it was a good deal. I stopped bedding Narcissa after Draco was conceived and we divorced, quietly, During Draco's first year at Hogwarts."

Harry was deep in thought. While part of him was uncomfortable with the idea of Narcissa living there, he could also see quite clearly that she and Lucius were just friends and that the situation worked well. He also didn't want to cause any problems for Draco as she was, after all, his mother. Mind made up, Harry simply nodded to Lucius, who smiled at him and kissed his hand. "Thank you, my mate."

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