Pairing: HP/LM
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, angst, M/M, Mpreg, Character death
Disclaimer: all characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling and
Warner Brothers. I'm just an obsessed maniac who is also an insomniac
thanks to the voices in her head.
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Lucius Malfoy slowly drifted awake, his sated body still tingling slightly from the wonderful lovemaking session he had just had with his husband. Softly stroking Harry's hair, he gazed lovingly at him, wondering yet again what he had done to deserve the love of such a being. His mind wandered back to before he had ever met Harry.
Lucius's POV
All my life I lived by one major doctrine. Use or be used. I guess my wake up call would have been my wedding day. I really have Narcissa to thank for that. When I was younger, I just ignored the signs; it was Narcissa that cured me of my recklessness, my innocence, and my gullibility. The fights my parents had over me, well, I refused to believe I was a pawn in their power struggle. Of course it got easier when I started Hogwarts. Summers were spent alone at first and then with Severus and later on Narcissa. Ah, Beautiful Narcissa. She entranced me with her beauty and her aloofness. When she deigned to look at me and take notice, I felt power and wonder. To me it was all a game then. Malfoys are supposed to be better then others. As a Malfoy, only the best for me, and back then, the best was Narcissa. I wanted her; she was the only one good enough for me. Little did I know she only wanted me for one reason. Him. As a Malfoy, I had to be the best, at everything. Ambitious as I was, He wanted me to serve him. She used me to get to him. Like Eve from the muggle bible tale of Adam and Eve, she fed me herself as the golden red apple, charming her way into me. It was on our wedding night that I found out that all she wanted was to use me to meet her serpent. Voldemort. Insisting as my wife she had to pledge to my Lord as a sign of filial loyalty, she pledged herself alright. Pledged to his power, his cause and most importantly, to his bed. Even for Draco I had to beg my lord to allow me access to my wife in order to beget an heir.
With an awakening like that no wonder I learnt my lesson well. Use before you were used. Yes. The tenet of which I lived my life. That is until I had met him.
I had made my reputation that of a true Malfoy, power hungry, ruthless, dangerous. Not someone you would fuck with. I no longer cared who I stepped on, looking at the rest as pathetic excuses that never had to learn the lessons I had to learn the hard way. The only refuge I took, my only escape was my menagerie. Even in collecting all my animals I was ruthless, bribing officials for licenses as well as a few well-applied threats here and there to grease my way. But it was when I was with the animals themselves, those gorgeous exotic creatures were his only comfort. Collecting and compiling only the best specimens of dangerous and unique animals, both muggle and magical. Much of my free time was spent learning their unique characteristics, playing and caring for them. No silly need for caging them of course, they knew I was a kindred spirit and knew I cared and would never hurt them. It was thanks to this hobby of mine that brought me to the arms of my love.
Flashback time-Lucius's POV
Thinking back on it, I remember it being a horrible day. Those stupid idiots had to attack Diagon Alley on a drunken spree just as I was exiting Gringotts. Bloody fuckers didn't even think about getting me into trouble! Luckily, I managed to get out of the situation fairly quickly by apparating away. Not, however, without acquiring a passenger. I mean when the panther ran into me and then passed out, there was no way I would leave it unconscious there, not when it could get injured accidentally or caught by a stray hex or something. It was only when I had reached the forests surrounding Malfoy Manor and I let go of it when I realized the horrible condition it was in. Fur all matted and disarrayed, obviously suffering from malnutrition and near starvation, not to mention the laceration and broken bones I discovered after a closer examination. It was as if someone had kicked him and thrown things at him. It was a wonder he had managed to walk around much less stay on his own four feet. Furious, I levitated it to the special treatment room in my menagerie and worked all night on him.
Finally cleaned up and healed for the most part but not awakened yet, I took stock of my new acquisition. About the size of a three-year-old panther, the black jaguar had reached sexual maturity and while had signs of captivity, looked wild to my experienced eyes. He had a curiously endearing white tuft of fur just above his left eyebrow, vaguely jagged shaped. When I checked for signs of dilation, his eyes were a brilliant emerald, one of the aberrations of nature that were lauded in this type of animal, very rare and very expensive. I definitely had to keep this one, in all my searching I had yet to come across a green eyed panther that was obtainable.
However, I was anxious on how well it would take to me as he showed all signs of having been abused by humans. A quick spell showed me the contents of his diet lately and from that it was easy to assume he had a brief stint in captivity where he was abused most probably and then escaped into the wild and wandered around town if the garbage still present in his stomach had anything to do with it. He had probably been scrounging around the alley when the ruckus those idiots kicked up frightened it into bolting. He showed some magical traces around him so it was probably a wizard or witch who had caught him in hopes of turning him into a familiar or something, failing miserably I might add by going about it the wrong way. If I ever find out who did this to such a magnificent creature I'd cast the killing curse so fast they wouldn't even be able to hear it.
I spent the next three days caring for the animal, healing and tending it as it blearily woke up for short amounts of time and then passing out again. It was obvious how exhausted the thing was. Finally, it was late on the third day when he awoke properly.
Lucius Malfoy slowly drifted awake, his sated body still tingling slightly from the wonderful lovemaking session he had just had with his husband. Softly stroking Harry's hair, he gazed lovingly at him, wondering yet again what he had done to deserve the love of such a being. His mind wandered back to before he had ever met Harry.
Lucius's POV
All my life I lived by one major doctrine. Use or be used. I guess my wake up call would have been my wedding day. I really have Narcissa to thank for that. When I was younger, I just ignored the signs; it was Narcissa that cured me of my recklessness, my innocence, and my gullibility. The fights my parents had over me, well, I refused to believe I was a pawn in their power struggle. Of course it got easier when I started Hogwarts. Summers were spent alone at first and then with Severus and later on Narcissa. Ah, Beautiful Narcissa. She entranced me with her beauty and her aloofness. When she deigned to look at me and take notice, I felt power and wonder. To me it was all a game then. Malfoys are supposed to be better then others. As a Malfoy, only the best for me, and back then, the best was Narcissa. I wanted her; she was the only one good enough for me. Little did I know she only wanted me for one reason. Him. As a Malfoy, I had to be the best, at everything. Ambitious as I was, He wanted me to serve him. She used me to get to him. Like Eve from the muggle bible tale of Adam and Eve, she fed me herself as the golden red apple, charming her way into me. It was on our wedding night that I found out that all she wanted was to use me to meet her serpent. Voldemort. Insisting as my wife she had to pledge to my Lord as a sign of filial loyalty, she pledged herself alright. Pledged to his power, his cause and most importantly, to his bed. Even for Draco I had to beg my lord to allow me access to my wife in order to beget an heir.
With an awakening like that no wonder I learnt my lesson well. Use before you were used. Yes. The tenet of which I lived my life. That is until I had met him.
I had made my reputation that of a true Malfoy, power hungry, ruthless, dangerous. Not someone you would fuck with. I no longer cared who I stepped on, looking at the rest as pathetic excuses that never had to learn the lessons I had to learn the hard way. The only refuge I took, my only escape was my menagerie. Even in collecting all my animals I was ruthless, bribing officials for licenses as well as a few well-applied threats here and there to grease my way. But it was when I was with the animals themselves, those gorgeous exotic creatures were his only comfort. Collecting and compiling only the best specimens of dangerous and unique animals, both muggle and magical. Much of my free time was spent learning their unique characteristics, playing and caring for them. No silly need for caging them of course, they knew I was a kindred spirit and knew I cared and would never hurt them. It was thanks to this hobby of mine that brought me to the arms of my love.
Flashback time-Lucius's POV
Thinking back on it, I remember it being a horrible day. Those stupid idiots had to attack Diagon Alley on a drunken spree just as I was exiting Gringotts. Bloody fuckers didn't even think about getting me into trouble! Luckily, I managed to get out of the situation fairly quickly by apparating away. Not, however, without acquiring a passenger. I mean when the panther ran into me and then passed out, there was no way I would leave it unconscious there, not when it could get injured accidentally or caught by a stray hex or something. It was only when I had reached the forests surrounding Malfoy Manor and I let go of it when I realized the horrible condition it was in. Fur all matted and disarrayed, obviously suffering from malnutrition and near starvation, not to mention the laceration and broken bones I discovered after a closer examination. It was as if someone had kicked him and thrown things at him. It was a wonder he had managed to walk around much less stay on his own four feet. Furious, I levitated it to the special treatment room in my menagerie and worked all night on him.
Finally cleaned up and healed for the most part but not awakened yet, I took stock of my new acquisition. About the size of a three-year-old panther, the black jaguar had reached sexual maturity and while had signs of captivity, looked wild to my experienced eyes. He had a curiously endearing white tuft of fur just above his left eyebrow, vaguely jagged shaped. When I checked for signs of dilation, his eyes were a brilliant emerald, one of the aberrations of nature that were lauded in this type of animal, very rare and very expensive. I definitely had to keep this one, in all my searching I had yet to come across a green eyed panther that was obtainable.
However, I was anxious on how well it would take to me as he showed all signs of having been abused by humans. A quick spell showed me the contents of his diet lately and from that it was easy to assume he had a brief stint in captivity where he was abused most probably and then escaped into the wild and wandered around town if the garbage still present in his stomach had anything to do with it. He had probably been scrounging around the alley when the ruckus those idiots kicked up frightened it into bolting. He showed some magical traces around him so it was probably a wizard or witch who had caught him in hopes of turning him into a familiar or something, failing miserably I might add by going about it the wrong way. If I ever find out who did this to such a magnificent creature I'd cast the killing curse so fast they wouldn't even be able to hear it.
I spent the next three days caring for the animal, healing and tending it as it blearily woke up for short amounts of time and then passing out again. It was obvious how exhausted the thing was. Finally, it was late on the third day when he awoke properly.