Author: Thanks to all the reviewers!

HecateDeMort: Glad u think so.

Phantomandvampirelover:laughs: Here's the next chap then.

truthxinxshadow:grins: I'm glad my fic 'rocks yur socks'. Hm, though I hope my fic isn't too much like the other one u read. :nods: And I know it's not really Harry/Draco. In the end it's Sev/Harry but that's not until the last chap. Mebe I'll change it…Thank u so much for yur reviews!

Harry was mad.

Not the kind of mad you get when you don't get your way, no, that was mere irritation. This was more intense, he was angry and wanted desperately to tear Lucius Malfoy apart with his bare hands and then castrate him.

He was feeling that emotion a lot these days. And low behold, it was for the same family. Seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all.

"I hate you." He spat into the silence.

The velvety laughter surrounded him and he scowled, slinking further away from the strange man he was trapped with. The Death Eater was currently reclining in a well-cushioned chair beside the fireplace, simply staring at Harry while the dark haired youth fumed.

It was very irritating.

"Harry, that's no way to speak to your father-in-law. I'm doing what is in the best interest of the child." Lucius chided lightly.

"Malfoy and I aren't married!" Harry yelled. "So stop with the father-in-law crap!"

"Temper Harry, temper. We wouldn't wan you to become out of control, we have to think of the baby after all."

Harry glared at the aristocrat. "Why do you even want this child? It will be a bastard and a half-breed." He pointed out. "I didn't think you would want to soil the Malfoy line with muggle blood."

"True as that may be." Lucius smiled with a nod. "I don't think the Dark Lord would appreciate it if I killed his future protégée." He replied darkly.

Harry paled. "Protégée?" He repeated with a shock laced voice.

"Of course, the son of Harry Potter is bound to be powerful, that combined with the purity of the Malfoy line will make him all the more formidable."

"You've planned this out!" Harry gasped in disgust.

"It is better to be thorough when dealing with such things." Lucius drawled. "The Dark Lord wishes the child to be in good condition when it comes time to claiming it."

"My child is not a thing to be tossed around!" Harry snapped, a strange urge to protect his baby blossoming in his chest. "I won't let you take him from me!"

"You do not have a choice."

And indeed he did not, Harry had been chained to the same bedpost for a good three weeks, and even then he couldn't be positive, the curtains on the windows were drawn and the constant light from the fire was the only thing saving him from darkness. He had no sense of time in this room.

Lucius was the only other person he had contact with and that was only when he released Harry and allowed him to use the facilities and bathe.

And then it was right back to the bed.

He had tried to escape. But his attempts were fruitless and the wards placed within the room thickened with each failure he suffered.

It just proved how weakened he had become, he couldn't escape his fate.

"But on to more pressing matters." Lucius interrupted the boy's musing. "How are you feeling?"

Harry was slightly thrown by the question and froze before his mind could piece together the foreign words. In fact, as he thought about it, this was the most time he had ever spent with the man, thankfully.

"What?" He frowned in disbelief.

"I asked how your health was, I wouldn't want to be accused of torturing you while you visited." Malfoy smiled coyly.

Merlin forbid if that were to happen. Harry mentally rolled his eyes. Of course you wouldn't want to be accused of torture, but death? You don't seem to have any qualms about killing me you sadistic bastard. I bet you're just waiting for me to keel over and die, then you can –

"Harry?"

The Gryffindor blinked and cocked his head to the side slightly in question, not trusting himself to give a – "polite" – answer.

"How is your health?" The wizard asked slowly, as though Harry were too stupid to understand him.

He scowled. "I'm fine, why do you care." Harry huffed. "I thought all Voldemort wanted was Draco's fucking heir."

"Mm, true, the Dark Lord wants the child in good health." Something shone within the silver eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't care about your wellbeing also." He soothed.

"That's a load of shit if I've ever heard one." Harry snorted.

Lucius shook his head in humor, his mane glinting pale in the firelight. "I have other objectives Harry." He purred as he began to move closer.

Shit.

"What do they have to do with m-me?" Harry stammered nervously, eyes darting about for a means of escape, a feeling of helplessness welling within him.

Lucius swooped down and blocked Harry's vision. "They have everything to do with you Harry."

Harry was lost as a firm mouth covered his own in a brutal and demanding kiss.

Author: Peoples, this is eventually going to be Harry/Sev, so I'm gonna change the pairing next chap. Why not change it now? 'Cus then u might not be able to find it! So next chap, if I'm not on yur alert, it will be under Harry/Sev. :sighs: I tell u because I care.

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