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Draco came down the steps and to the dining room dreading the conversation he had no doubt his father would want to have with him, and groaned at the thought of taking a punishment from "Saint Potter". Why me!? Why did HE of all people have to be father's mate? And now I have to endure a punishment I haven't had in years by Harry bloody Potter. Just great.
He walked into the dining room seeing his father's mate and father setting plates on the table. Harry looking content and his father looking disgusted.
"Father, what's wrong? You seem unhappy."
Lucius looked up from the plate he was staring at with disdain. "Nothing, Dragon, I merely helped make dinner."
Draco's mouth dropped open. His father had never even so much as walked into the kitchen and he helped make dinner? Must be Potter's doing.
"No doubt Potter convinced you." He sneered.
"He suggested it yes. And call him Harry, Draco. You will not call him Potter anymore."
Draco frowned at this. "Fine."
"And drop the attitude, Draconis. "
"Yes, Father."
Harry watched their conversation in silence, and sat down at the dinner table. "Well, shall we eat? I know i'm starving."
Lucius smiled at his mate. "I believe we should, love."
Draco muttered under his breath, then said for the other two to hear, "I'm hungry too. Plus I would like to taste something father helped cook." He looked at his father as he said this, and sat down.
Lucius blushed slightly before composing himself. "Yes, well, it is apparently not as easy as I thought." He said as he sat down with a slight wince.
They all ate in awkward silence. None knowing what to say to each other.
After dinner, Lucius cleared his throat and looked at Draco. "Now, on to business. Would you like to explain about that outburst earlier, Dragon?"
Draco looked at his father with a frown on his face, "I thought I made it pretty clear what I was upset about."
Lucius glared at Draco and was about to chide him for being disrespectful, when Harry decided to cut into the conversation. "What your father meant, i'm sure, was for you to tell us what exactly bothers you so much about me being his mate."
Draco glared at Harry and yelled angrily, "Oh, I don't know why it upsets me so much! Perhaps because my father is getting fucked by someone a couple months younger than me! Or maybe because I am about to have to take a punishment from Gryffindor's golden boy!" With that last proclamation Draco got up to quickly hurry to his room, but was stopped by said Gryffindor.
Harry doubted he had ever been more angry in his life, as he stared down at his former rival he had just stopped. Lucius was shocked and horrified at the words that just came out of his son's mouth. Never had he ever allowed such language in his household. "Draconis Lucian Malfoy! How dare you speak in such a way! I thought I taught you better. Such disrespect. Such language. Do you need your mouth washed out, Draconis?"
Draco shook his head quickly, he only had his mouth washed out once and never ever wanted to experience it ever again. "No, Father. I am sorry."
Harry decided now would be a good time to speak, "Draco, I didn't quite agree with your father about me spanking you; however, you have just changed my mind for me. I think a nice, long, hard spanking would do you some good after all."
Draco's mouth dropped open. He shut and closed his mouth a couple times, but no sound would come out. He couldn't believe this. Why me!?
"Draconis, you heard Harry. Go to the sitting room and stick your nose in a corner. We will be there in a couple of minutes."
Draco, hearing this, finally found his voice. "No! I refuse to stand in a corner like, like a toddler! I will not stand for it."
Harry finally had enough, he grabbed Draco by the arm, spun him around, and swatted him five times, hard. "Always SWAT listen SWAT to SWAT your SWAT father SWAT."
Draco was so shocked he could only walk to the sitting room, where Harry shoved him towards. Once there, deciding he was in enough trouble, he for once in his life did as he was told, quickly.