Pairing: HP/LM
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, angst, M/M, Mpreg
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.
Archived: ask please
Feedback: Desperately needed.
A/N: Hi! Here's to all the people who have reviewed! Its cos of you guys that I keep writing.. You guys and the Plot bunnies that plague me all the time. Umm, just thought I should explain Draco's middle name here. I have no idea what it actually is and so if it is not entirely cannon, sorry; it just struck me as an interesting if not normal name. Chocolate covered Lucius's for anybody who sees where I got the name from though it is kinda easy to guess. Anyways, here is my next offering! Enjoy!! Oh yeah, to those who mentioned it, thanks, I've already turned the anonymous thingie on again so it should work thanks!
Malfoy Quarter's, Hogwarts Dungeons, September 1st.
Feeling his husband's arms tighten around him, signaling Lucius's return to the land of wakefulness, Harry snuggled further into the warm body holding him and continued his remembrances, lost in the memories of when he had first met the real Lucius Malfoy.
Flashback, Harry's POV
The clouds slowly parted after what seemed like years and my sleep fogged mind tried to process what had happened to me. I remember escaping the Dursleys and running to the Alley in my animagus form as well as crashing into something or someone. After that. it all seemed like a huge blur. I vaguely remember kind touches and gentle hands, soothing and healing me as well as petting and caressing me. Never in my entire life have I ever woken up feeling so safe and secure, it was almost like those dreams I used to have when I was younger of being carried and loved by my parents.
Extending my senses, I realized I was still in my animagus form and I was being cradled in my savior's lap. Strong masculine hands were running the length of my torso, stroking my fur, which no longer felt matted but clean and tangle free. I heard the voice again, murmuring quietly to me, telling me not to worry and that I was safe and protected. I could feel the chest my head was pressed against rumble slightly as the vaguely familiar voice continued to reassure me that he would look after me forever and would not allow any one to touch me. Again, my brain brought up half asleep memories of similar conversations over the past few days and my half formed fears of where I was and who I was with quieted. That is, they quieted until I opened my eyes fully and looked upon the face of my second worst feared enemy. Lucius Malfoy.
Fully awake, I jumped to my feet, snarling and growling at Malfoy. I backed away cautiously from the comfort of his arms. Wait a minute, comfort? I felt comforted in the arms of Lucius Malfoy?? The right hand man of Voldemort, the delusional egoist that has been trying to kill me and my friends and family all my life. Well, now we know the mental meltdown I had been anticipating had finally occurred. Shaking my head slightly, I forced my over taxed brain back to the situation at hand and hastily looked about for an escape route while still keeping an eye on Malfoy. My atrocious bad luck has once again struck as instead of finding a safe haven away from Vernon's beatings, I find myself smack dab in the middle of Voldemort's death camp. Beautiful. I guess I am the epitome of the muggle saying out of the frying pan into the fire.
Distracted by my thoughts again, I failed to notice the stunning spell sent my way courtesy of Malfoy. For the umpteenth time this summer, I felt my feet give out and my body rush to meet the floor. Luckily for me, with my center of gravity lowered, it wasn't that bad a fall. Resigned, I turned my wary gaze on Malfoy and braced myself for an attack as best as I could seeing as my eyeballs were more or less all I could move. He probably wanted to wait till I was alive to see me struggle more before he handed me over to his Dark Lord. Well, I wouldn't give him the luxury of seeing me break.
Instead of cursing me or tying me up though, Malfoy approached me slowly and cautiously, speaking soothing words again promising he wouldn't harm me and he only stunned me to protect me as I wasn't fully healed yet. Confused, I stared at his gorgeous face and realized something, he didn't know who I was! He thought I was some stray panther who was injured! Hang on a second, "gorgeous"?? Grr. my subconscious and I are in for a long serious talk as soon as I get myself out of this! But back to the topic at hand, I focused more on what Malfoy was saying and again it confused me. I mean, how can a Death Eater be this gentle? He was the man responsible for countless deaths and tortured souls. He almost caused the death of Ginny Weasley for Merlin's sake and was perfectly willing to unleash a basilisk onto the halls Hogwarts! Look how he treated Dobby! The poor elf was forever in bandages and got kicked and scolded all the time! If he can act that way towards a gentle helpful though sometimes over helpful creature like Dobby, then why is he behaving so weirdly towards a stray animal!
Thoroughly puzzled, I decided that the only way to get out of my current predicament would be to play along. Maybe I would be able to learn some of his secrets and possibly foil some of old Voldie's plans along the way. I'm sure he'll be meeting up with Snape soon for one of the Dark Lord's wonderful soiree's, I'll just have to make sure he takes me along and then Severus can save me. After all, he was the one who helped train me till I managed my animagus transformation! Ah. finally a tentative plan worked out. With that settled, I got into my role fairly quickly and started playing the part of a scared and confuse panther, meeting his new master. Not really that hard to play seeing as I already met the scared and confused criteria, not that I would ever tell anyone about that!
Over the next couple of hours, Malfoy knelt crouched next to my stupefied body, hands slowly petting my entire length while he kept up a running narrative on his plans for me. Apparently, I was to be his new addition to his menagerie. When I heard that, my shock and distaste at being locked up in a cage must have shown in my eyes as he quickly reassured me that I would not be locked up at all but be given free reign to roam and wander over a specified area and none of the other animals would hurt me if he told them not too. I must not have looked too convinced though as he continued by promising me on his honor that he would not let me out of his sight if he could help it until I was accustomed to the idea and even then only if I wanted it.
He mentioned his suspicions about my past of being captured by an inept wizard and abused as well as my escape/abandonment and my temporary wandering of the streets. Again he promised me he would never hurt me in any way unless it was to protect myself and that I would be well cared for and well fed instead of having to suffer on scraps and foraging for my own food. Here, my puzzlement must have been apparent again as he realized he needed to give me more proof other then his word. On and on he whispered and talked to me, soothing me telling me stories about some of the other animals in his collection and his fascination towards them as well as his affection. Many times he touched upon my 'beauty' and how gorgeous I was. Bollocks! But then again, it wasn't as if I could argue in my current situation so I just gave him a patented are-you-out-of-your-tiny-mind glare I learnt from Snape. The infuriating man however just laughed at the glare and said that I reminded him of someone he knew. Insufferable bastard!!
His actions were confusing me though, slowly but surely, he was lulling me into feeling secure and safe, my usually infallible instincts were screaming for me to trust him. All the kindness and compassion he was showing me was not helping matters at all. How on earth did an arrogant bastard who was too caught up in his own superiority like Malfoy learn how to deal with animals the way he was caring for me not to mention how to read animals so well. I mean ok, him having a menagerie was fine and dandy, figures a bigheaded egoistical pig like him would keep dangerous animals in captivity for his own pleasure and to boost up his own ego on how macho he was to be able to tame wild animals in addition to being perfect torture devices I suppose, but from his stories and anecdotes, it sounded as if he had spent a lot of time with them and identified with each and every creature. Hang on a tick, now I know who he reminds me off, HAGRID!! The way he goes on and on about his creatures and their quirks and individuality, it is exactly the way Hagrid talks about his beloved pets!! Oh my god, I'm in the twilight zone!!!!
Suddenly, my ramblings were interrupted as I realized the bastard was talking about naming me! Oh Merlin help me, I shudder to think what sort of name I mind find myself landed with! If only I could suggest to him my Marauder name that Severus and I came up with, Shadow. But, then again, that would be suicide! Oh well, maybe he got all the bad names out of his system when he named Draco so it wouldn't be all that bad. I mean you can't get any worse then Draco Dormien Malfoy now can you? Wait a minute, what am I saying? He named his own son, his heir 'Sleeping Dragon'!! Help!!!
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, angst, M/M, Mpreg
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.
Archived: ask please
Feedback: Desperately needed.
A/N: Hi! Here's to all the people who have reviewed! Its cos of you guys that I keep writing.. You guys and the Plot bunnies that plague me all the time. Umm, just thought I should explain Draco's middle name here. I have no idea what it actually is and so if it is not entirely cannon, sorry; it just struck me as an interesting if not normal name. Chocolate covered Lucius's for anybody who sees where I got the name from though it is kinda easy to guess. Anyways, here is my next offering! Enjoy!! Oh yeah, to those who mentioned it, thanks, I've already turned the anonymous thingie on again so it should work thanks!
Malfoy Quarter's, Hogwarts Dungeons, September 1st.
Feeling his husband's arms tighten around him, signaling Lucius's return to the land of wakefulness, Harry snuggled further into the warm body holding him and continued his remembrances, lost in the memories of when he had first met the real Lucius Malfoy.
Flashback, Harry's POV
The clouds slowly parted after what seemed like years and my sleep fogged mind tried to process what had happened to me. I remember escaping the Dursleys and running to the Alley in my animagus form as well as crashing into something or someone. After that. it all seemed like a huge blur. I vaguely remember kind touches and gentle hands, soothing and healing me as well as petting and caressing me. Never in my entire life have I ever woken up feeling so safe and secure, it was almost like those dreams I used to have when I was younger of being carried and loved by my parents.
Extending my senses, I realized I was still in my animagus form and I was being cradled in my savior's lap. Strong masculine hands were running the length of my torso, stroking my fur, which no longer felt matted but clean and tangle free. I heard the voice again, murmuring quietly to me, telling me not to worry and that I was safe and protected. I could feel the chest my head was pressed against rumble slightly as the vaguely familiar voice continued to reassure me that he would look after me forever and would not allow any one to touch me. Again, my brain brought up half asleep memories of similar conversations over the past few days and my half formed fears of where I was and who I was with quieted. That is, they quieted until I opened my eyes fully and looked upon the face of my second worst feared enemy. Lucius Malfoy.
Fully awake, I jumped to my feet, snarling and growling at Malfoy. I backed away cautiously from the comfort of his arms. Wait a minute, comfort? I felt comforted in the arms of Lucius Malfoy?? The right hand man of Voldemort, the delusional egoist that has been trying to kill me and my friends and family all my life. Well, now we know the mental meltdown I had been anticipating had finally occurred. Shaking my head slightly, I forced my over taxed brain back to the situation at hand and hastily looked about for an escape route while still keeping an eye on Malfoy. My atrocious bad luck has once again struck as instead of finding a safe haven away from Vernon's beatings, I find myself smack dab in the middle of Voldemort's death camp. Beautiful. I guess I am the epitome of the muggle saying out of the frying pan into the fire.
Distracted by my thoughts again, I failed to notice the stunning spell sent my way courtesy of Malfoy. For the umpteenth time this summer, I felt my feet give out and my body rush to meet the floor. Luckily for me, with my center of gravity lowered, it wasn't that bad a fall. Resigned, I turned my wary gaze on Malfoy and braced myself for an attack as best as I could seeing as my eyeballs were more or less all I could move. He probably wanted to wait till I was alive to see me struggle more before he handed me over to his Dark Lord. Well, I wouldn't give him the luxury of seeing me break.
Instead of cursing me or tying me up though, Malfoy approached me slowly and cautiously, speaking soothing words again promising he wouldn't harm me and he only stunned me to protect me as I wasn't fully healed yet. Confused, I stared at his gorgeous face and realized something, he didn't know who I was! He thought I was some stray panther who was injured! Hang on a second, "gorgeous"?? Grr. my subconscious and I are in for a long serious talk as soon as I get myself out of this! But back to the topic at hand, I focused more on what Malfoy was saying and again it confused me. I mean, how can a Death Eater be this gentle? He was the man responsible for countless deaths and tortured souls. He almost caused the death of Ginny Weasley for Merlin's sake and was perfectly willing to unleash a basilisk onto the halls Hogwarts! Look how he treated Dobby! The poor elf was forever in bandages and got kicked and scolded all the time! If he can act that way towards a gentle helpful though sometimes over helpful creature like Dobby, then why is he behaving so weirdly towards a stray animal!
Thoroughly puzzled, I decided that the only way to get out of my current predicament would be to play along. Maybe I would be able to learn some of his secrets and possibly foil some of old Voldie's plans along the way. I'm sure he'll be meeting up with Snape soon for one of the Dark Lord's wonderful soiree's, I'll just have to make sure he takes me along and then Severus can save me. After all, he was the one who helped train me till I managed my animagus transformation! Ah. finally a tentative plan worked out. With that settled, I got into my role fairly quickly and started playing the part of a scared and confuse panther, meeting his new master. Not really that hard to play seeing as I already met the scared and confused criteria, not that I would ever tell anyone about that!
Over the next couple of hours, Malfoy knelt crouched next to my stupefied body, hands slowly petting my entire length while he kept up a running narrative on his plans for me. Apparently, I was to be his new addition to his menagerie. When I heard that, my shock and distaste at being locked up in a cage must have shown in my eyes as he quickly reassured me that I would not be locked up at all but be given free reign to roam and wander over a specified area and none of the other animals would hurt me if he told them not too. I must not have looked too convinced though as he continued by promising me on his honor that he would not let me out of his sight if he could help it until I was accustomed to the idea and even then only if I wanted it.
He mentioned his suspicions about my past of being captured by an inept wizard and abused as well as my escape/abandonment and my temporary wandering of the streets. Again he promised me he would never hurt me in any way unless it was to protect myself and that I would be well cared for and well fed instead of having to suffer on scraps and foraging for my own food. Here, my puzzlement must have been apparent again as he realized he needed to give me more proof other then his word. On and on he whispered and talked to me, soothing me telling me stories about some of the other animals in his collection and his fascination towards them as well as his affection. Many times he touched upon my 'beauty' and how gorgeous I was. Bollocks! But then again, it wasn't as if I could argue in my current situation so I just gave him a patented are-you-out-of-your-tiny-mind glare I learnt from Snape. The infuriating man however just laughed at the glare and said that I reminded him of someone he knew. Insufferable bastard!!
His actions were confusing me though, slowly but surely, he was lulling me into feeling secure and safe, my usually infallible instincts were screaming for me to trust him. All the kindness and compassion he was showing me was not helping matters at all. How on earth did an arrogant bastard who was too caught up in his own superiority like Malfoy learn how to deal with animals the way he was caring for me not to mention how to read animals so well. I mean ok, him having a menagerie was fine and dandy, figures a bigheaded egoistical pig like him would keep dangerous animals in captivity for his own pleasure and to boost up his own ego on how macho he was to be able to tame wild animals in addition to being perfect torture devices I suppose, but from his stories and anecdotes, it sounded as if he had spent a lot of time with them and identified with each and every creature. Hang on a tick, now I know who he reminds me off, HAGRID!! The way he goes on and on about his creatures and their quirks and individuality, it is exactly the way Hagrid talks about his beloved pets!! Oh my god, I'm in the twilight zone!!!!
Suddenly, my ramblings were interrupted as I realized the bastard was talking about naming me! Oh Merlin help me, I shudder to think what sort of name I mind find myself landed with! If only I could suggest to him my Marauder name that Severus and I came up with, Shadow. But, then again, that would be suicide! Oh well, maybe he got all the bad names out of his system when he named Draco so it wouldn't be all that bad. I mean you can't get any worse then Draco Dormien Malfoy now can you? Wait a minute, what am I saying? He named his own son, his heir 'Sleeping Dragon'!! Help!!!