Lucius watched his, very pissed off, mate pace. "I cannot believe he would speak to you in such a way. Me I understand. But YOU. You're his father. He has absolutely no reason to ever speak to you that way. And he definitely has no excuse for cussing at you." Harry stopped pacing to rake his finger through his hair and let out a deep growl.

"Harry, love, you must calm down. We'll deal with this don't worry. You just have to go in there, make it clear you're the authority figure, and give him a spanking. That's all there is to it."

"You say that if it's so easy."

"It is easy, love. You do it to me all the time." Lucius smirked at his mate.

Harry chuckled at him, "That is very true, love. Alright. I can do this. However, I must do this alone." He looked pointedly at Lucius. "Which means I want no interruptions and I will go in by myself. Am I perfectly understood, Lou?"

"Yes, Harry. I understand."

"Alright. Then here I go." With that last proclamation Harry went into the sitting room to deal with one very disrespectful boy.

With Draco

I can't believe it. I just yelled at Father. I'm fine with yelling at Potter... But Father! I yelled at Father. How could I be so stupid? Draco stood in the corner feeling extremely guilty about the way he spoke to his father. And now I bet Potter is going to come in and beat my ass. He groaned. I'm such an idiot.

"Draconis, come here please."

Draco turned around to see Potter siting on the couch, looking around he noticed Potter was the only one there.

"Where's Father?"

"We decided it would be best if I came alone."

Draco gulped, Father wouldn't be there to protect him. "Look, Potter, I apologize for my rudeness. Let's just put this all behind us and start over."

Harry laughed, "We will, Draco. Right after your spanking."

Draco shook his head, making Harry raise his eyebrow at him. "No, Potter. I refuse to submit to a spanking, least of all from you!"

"You will not raise your voice at me, Draco. But first," He patted the spot next to him on the couch. "sit Draco. Let's talk."

Said boy looked wearily at him. "Talk?"

"Yes Draco. Just talk. As long as there is no name-calling. Just civilized talk."

"Alright, Potter. I suppose." He hesitantly sat down next to Harry.

"I understand that this is very hard for you to grasp. Me being a couple months younger than you and being mated to your dad. It's confusing. I get that, but under no circumstances are you to ever be disrespectful to your dad. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Draco hung his head. He already felt bad about that. "Yeah, you do. But i'm not agreeing with you! I just felt bad about that."

Harry smirked at Draco. No, of course you're not agreeing with me. The great Draco Malfoy would never agree with Harry Potter.

"Alright Draco. Shall we get this over with?"

"I don't think so, no. However, I doubt I have a choice so okay."

Harry smiled. "Okay. Um.. Stand up. And lie over my lap."

Draco cringed at the awkwardness and humiliation, but did as he was told and lied stiffly over Harry's lap, only to gasp as a hard swat immediately landed on his backside. He clamped his mouth shut determined not to cry out or make any noise during the punishment. However, after a couple of minutes he couldn't help the whimper that escaped his mouth.

Harry took this as cue to start lecturing. "Why are you receiving this spanking, Draco?"

Draco gasped, and shook his head. Is he seriously asking me that? What does he think I am? Five?

"If you don't know why you're doing this, Potter, maybe you should stop?" He couldn't help the snide remark, but he regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth as he got a specifically harsh swat on the back of his thigh making him yelp.

"Would you perhaps like to reword your answer, Draco?"

"Y-yes. You're Ah! you're spanking me because Ow! because I was disrespectful and rude to you and Father." He sniffled feeling the stinging behind his eyes knowing full well if this didn't end soon he would be bawling.

"Very good, Draco. Just a little more and we'll be done."

Draco opened his mouth to retort only to let out a cry of pain as Harry shifted him forward and started raining swats on his sit spots. After about twenty he started crying. And after thirty he started begging.

"P potter, I'm sorry! I Ow! I won't do it again! Ah! P-please! I I'll be good! I promise!"

"Ten more, Draco. Ten more and we can be done."

Draco nodded his head just wanting it to be over. After the ten swats Draco was sobbing incoherently over Potter's lap.

"Shh. You're okay, Draco. It's over, you're forgiven."

It took about ten minute for him to calm down. He got up and looked at the ground ashamed of his reactions and loss of control.

Harry sensing what he was thinking was quick to assure the young Malfoy, "Draco, it's okay to cry during a punishment. They hurt. There is no reason to be ashamed. Alight?"

Draco nodded. "Can I see Father now?"

"Of course. I'll go with you."

With that the two boys went to find Lucius. Finding he was of course in his study, working, as usual.

When they got there Lucius looked up from his work and smiled at them. "Everything all worked out?"

Harry went over to him and put his arm around him. "Of course, love. We got it all sorted out. Didn't we, Draco?"

Draco looked down and nodded. "Yes, we did. Potter and I are good now."

Lucius frowned at his son. "Stop calling him Potter, Draconis. It is disrespectful."

When Draco looked like he was going to argue Harry stepped in and said, "Hey. Maybe we should have some fun. Let's have a movie day, aye?"

Both Lucius and Draco looked confused at that, making Harry shake his head. Pure bloods. They wouldn't now about the wonders of Television and movies. "Well," he said aloud, "I'll have the honors of taking you guys to your first movie." He smiled at that thought.