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Chapter 2

Lucius watched his son leave the room and went to go after him when he felt a hand on his wrist pull him to a halt, and he stared right into the intense angry eyes of one Harry Potter.

"Later, Lucius. We will deal with him later. However, right now, I think we should deal with your behavior."

Lucius gulped slightly at Harry's angry yet soft tone. A little fact about Harry. He never yelled, never shouted, just stood there with disappointment and slight anger in his eyes. But that tone. That deadly soft tone, that told you how much trouble you were in, that was something to be feared.

"B- But I haven't d- done anything wrong, love." Lucius said blinking his eyes at Harry trying to make them as wide and innocent looking as he possibly could.

Harry in turn narrowed his eyes at Lucius. "Don't give me that innocent look, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy." Lucius swallowed hard. Harry only used his full name when truly upset at him. "You know very well that I didn't want to tell Draco about us being mates until he got used to me being around a little more, so he wouldn't react how he did. I blame you partially for his poor reaction." Holding his hand up slightly to stop his mate from protesting, Harry continued. "Now now now, don't get all upset, Lou, you know very well that that is a true fact. I'm not saying you're all to blame as his behavior was indeed despicable; however, I don't think it would be fair him being the only one punished. Now come on. Let's get this over with."

Lucius stared at Harry in disbelief. His son had yelled and stormed out and here he was about to get punished instead.

"Harry, love, come on. Let's talk about this. I know we planned to tell Draco later, but I was getting sick of his complaining. Please, we don't have to do this." Lucius pleaded, but was very discouraged at seeing Harry shake his head no at him.

"Lucius you are not slithering your way out of this. Not this time. Now come over here before I help you. And you know what happens when I have to help you."

Said man did indeed know exactly what would happen if he didn't go himself and had no desire to have to go through that. So, like a man walking to his execution, he walked over to his waiting love and lied over his lap, flipping his robes up as he did so.

Harry looked down at his mate and smiled slightly then put his hand on Lucius' waistband of his pants and underwear and pulled them both down in one fluid motion.

"Harry. Harry, please, not bare. I didn't do anything wrong! I don't deserve it bare!" Lucius started to yell by the end of his little tirade.

After several minutes of silence Lucius realized what a big mistake he made and quickly started trying to rectify it. "Love, I'm sorry. I don't know where that-"

"What were you just so upset at Draco over?" Harry said cutting his mate off before he could dig himself deeper in trouble.

Lucius gulped, and shook his head. I don't want to get in any more trouble. I hope he doesn't want me to answer that. But he yelped a second later as a hard swat met his vulnerable backside.

"Lucius Malfoy, I know you very well know the answer to my question. So, answer."

"Yelling." Lucius said barely above a whisper, only to yelp yet again in shock as he was swatted for the second time.

"Louder, Lucius. Neither of us would accept such an answer from Draco. Do you not hold yourself to the same standards as you do your son?"

"No, no, I do. I'm sorry. Yelling. I was upset at Draco for yelling."

"Yet you just yelled at me?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise. Just please don't."

Harry patted his mate's back soothingly. "It'll be over soon, love. However, you know that Draco is going to be punished. So, why should you not be when you did the same thing?"

Lucius hung is head in shame. "I guess I shouldn't. Alright. Just please be quick."

Harry chuckled. "You are in no position to be making demands, but okay. I'll oblige you. After all we still have Draco to take care of." With that he raised his hand to start.

Lucius gasped at the first of many swats and buried his head in his arms. Letting out a grunt at the next hit, he clenched his teeth together determined not to cry out even though he knew from personal experience it would be a losing battle.

As swats continued to rain down on Lucius' rapidly reddening posterior he found it harder and harder to keep silent, but when Harry moved his swats down to his sit spots and then farther down to his thighs he couldn't help but whimper.

Harry took this as cue to start his lecture, "You SWAT will SWAT tell me SWAT when you SWAT plan to SWAT tell someone SWAT about us SWAT being mates. SWAT Especially if SWAT that person SWAT just happens SWAT to be SWAT your son." SWAT SWAT SWAT.

"Ow! I- I'm sorry, Harry!" Lucius howled. "P- please!"

"Will you ever SWAT not tell me SWAT before you tell SWAT someone about us SWAT being mates again SWAT ?" Harry asked, swatting Lucius every three words.

"N- no, Harry. Promise. Please."

"And will you ever yell at me again?"

"No, Harry." Lucius whimpered.

"Good. Twenty with the hairbrush and we'll be done. Accio hairbrush." The brush flew from across the room into Harry's waiting hand.

"Please, Harry. Please not the brush. Won't do it again. Please." Lucius begged, sobbing.

"Shh. Almost done. Just twenty more." Harry tipped Lucius forward and landed the last twenty swats on Lucius sit spots making him howl.

By the end Lucius just lied over Harry's lap, limp and sobbing.

"Shhhh, Lou, it's all over. It's ok." Harry said soothingly and rubbing his back. After five minutes Lucius finally calmed down, got up, and pulled on his pants.

Lucius looked at Harry. "We need to go see Draco."

Harry raised his eyebrow making Lucius look down. "I know, but perhaps we should give him 'til dinner? That way he will have more time to think on the new arrangement. After all it is quite a surprise. One moment your father is no longer on his way to Azkaban because your most hated rival vouched for him. Then to realize the same rival just so happens to be your father's mate."

Lucius hung his head. "I guess you are right. I suppose I never thought of it that way."

Harry walked over to Lucius and hugged him, then held him at arms length, "Don't worry about it, Lou. Now why don't you help me make dinner?"

Lucius groaned. "Harry, we have house elves for that." He whined.

"I am well aware. However, it will do us no harm to cook for once." When Lucius looked like he was about to protest Harry gave him a look that clearly said do as you're told, so he snapped his mouth shut and nodded.