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.

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Feedback: Desperately needed.

A/N: A great big thanks to all those who reviewed!! I'm not good with names and stuff so I guess I'm lumping all of you together in a bunch. Sorry if it gets too crowded! I can't believe it! I'm on someone's favorite stories list!!!! Ooo, I feel sooo flattered!!! Well, 'cos of the good response, here's the next chapter. Not as funny as the last cos its Lucius but still. I tried to capture his way of thinking and expression here as well as give some insight towards his psyche. Hope this carries out. To all those who asked questions, don't worry, they will be answered in time. This is going to be a long fic if it all works out spanning two years so give me time. I'm a little disappointed though that no one got my Draco Dormien reference. It came from the Hogwarts motto, which roughly translates into never tickle a sleeping dragon. Well, enjoy this new chapter. I am working on the next one as we speak and it should be up as soon as I can get it done and my beta finishes with it. Again, thanks for all the lovely reviews, by the way, I hope this is more coherent!!!!





Flashback, Lucius's POV

My new acquisition was splayed out on my lap. Rather, he was laying length wise along the table and I sat there with my legs around his body and his heavy gorgeous head cradled on my stomach. I had been running my hands all over his body while talking to him soothingly as I had been doing almost nonstop since I brought him here. It was funny, even though I've only had him for a few days, I feel more attached to him then to the other animals. It might be because I never had to care for them as extensively or as long as this. I mean, sure, there were the occasional fight wounds I had to patch up and all but my animals were always in prime condition when I got them. No less would do for a Malfoy. Perfection always. Oh yes, a mask of perfection at all costs though my heart, mind and soul are riddled with pockmarks and battle scars. Sigh.

I was shaken out of my reverie when I felt his muscles tense. He was waking up. Idly, I stroked his soft fur and wondered what his reaction would be. He'll probably be scared and react violently based on my suppositions of his past. My wand was at ready as I steadily talked to him in what I call my animal voice as I told him over and over again I would not harm him and he would be safe with me. I was delighted when I felt him push back against my stomach as if snuggling further. Perhaps this is going to be easy on the both of us I hoped. However, it was not to be as he opened his glorious emerald green eyes and looked at me. Immediately, he jumped of the table and growled at me snarling and backing away. Resigned, I had no other choice but to hit him with a stupefy spell. If he kept it up he was going to hurt himself all over again. Especially since he has not healed completely yet.

As he collapsed I approached him cautiously, aware his eyes were tracking my moves alertly and angrily. Gods, what a magnificent specimen he is!! Even in his condition and all that he has gone through recently he still has so much fire and power just radiated off him. He truly reminds me of myself sometimes, or at least an animal worthy of the Malfoy name. Never give anyone a chance to kick you down and if they do, never let them see you down on your knees. Dignity and pride is everything. Let them think you are exactly where you want to be. Utterly Slytherin. Exude bravura wherever you go and that's what people will see.

Bit by bit, I felt and saw him relax and become accustomed to me as I resumed my stroking and petting and kept speaking to him reassuringly. The intelligence of the animal! His eyes bored into me, such expressive eyes, you could see he understood every word I said. It was amazing! You could see the distrust and anger as he glared at me and then at one of my comments produced a glower that could rival Snape himself! When I noticed him resign himself to the situation, my thoughts and speech turned more rhetorical as I tried to find a name that would suit such an animal.

Quickly, I discarded trite and clichéd names from the list of considerations. Emerald and Jade as well as Darkness were instantly excluded. Names should match the bearer of the name. A name should show qualities of the bearer and be an extension so to speak of their personality. If only I had been allowed to take part in the naming of my child. Of course, Lord Voldemort insisted on bestowing such a corny name on my only heir. I just know Narcissa did to spite me for insisting on begetting a child with her. No matter though, at least I got Dray. I refuse to call him Draco unless I have to.

Pushing unpleasant thoughts of the past from my mind, I absently scratched the panther's head while my mind churned up other better possibilities of names. Looking down into his green eyes, I glanced at the curious white tuft of fur and then it hit me. The shape of the fur look exactly like something I learned way back when I had attended Hogwarts. It looked like the rune Eihwaz. The rune represents the yew tree. Evergreen, like his eyes, the yew is the symbol of life. Straining to remember, my mind brought up other facts like how Eihwaz is the rune of transition from one stage of life to another. Hmmm, it might just fit seeing as how his life is going to change from being oppressed to a life with me. Yes, it's all coming together. Making up my mind, I decide to name him Eihwaz after the rune.

I can see the emotions and thoughts flashing through those windows that are his eyes. He is processing all of this bit-by-bit, coming to a decision. As I see the intelligence and wisdom shining in his gold-flecked green eyes, I remember another fact from class. Eihwaz is the gateway to wisdom as well according to Nordic beliefs. This final fact cemented my decision. All it needed now was his agreement. Tasting the name, I said it out aloud again, Eihwaz, hmmm, Waz for short. I like it. I liked the way it rolled of my tongue. Looking at him, I see the agreement in his eyes. He likes it too!!

Taking his acquiesce as a good sign, I release Waz from the stupefy spell. Warily, I watched as he yawned, stretched his muscles just like a giant cat, and got to his feet. He circled me, as I remained motionless where I sat, sniffing me slightly as if learning my scent. At last, he came back around my front, turned around a few times on the spot, lied down and went to sleep. Finally, I let out the breath that I had been holding. I did not want to have had to stun him again and see the betrayal in his eyes. Instead, move closer to him and began stroking him, ruminating on how this strange yet amazing creature has managed to make such an impact on me so fast.