Unexpected

I don't own 'Harry Potter'.

Warning: mentions of past mpreg.

The table with the champagne was way too tempting, and Harry was sorely tempted to drown himself in enough alcohol to obliviate himself of any memory of this god-awful night.

He hated Ministry functions with a passion and always made sure to avoid them, but seeing as he'd worked on this project he couldn't justify missing it.

After the war he'd gone into politics, focusing on children and education; he didn't want anyone to have the same childhood he'd had.

Of course he hadn't been able to do much when he'd ended up single and pregnant at twenty. Getting drunk and sleeping with your best friend's brother was one thing, but ending up pregnant was another. It could have gone so wrong, but Charlie had agreed to marry him and said they could get divorced in a few years if need be.

They weren't in love but Harry would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy living with him. It was like living with a good friend who was also the father of your children.

Because having just one baby was too normal for Harry-bloody-Potter.

He'd nearly fainted when Poppy told him he was carrying triplets and Charlie hadn't been much better. Nine months after their drunken escapade the Potter family grew by three. Conor James and Leo Arthur were identical twins with Harry's hair and Charlie's blue eyes, and Iris Lily ended up looking exactly like her grandmother with bright red hair and Harry's eyes.

They were four now, Harry and Charlie had been divorced a year, and he was happily working again. Him and his colleagues had finally managed to get a magical orphanage opened – hence the 'happy' party.

Except people were going mad over him being single again.

"Bloody vultures," he muttered.

A chuckle from behind made him cringe, hoping it wasn't anyone awful. He pasted a smile on his face and turned slowly, prepared to flee. Instead he was surprised.

A smiling Lucius Malfoy would do that.

Malfoy Sr. had actually been one of his partners on this project as he'd thrown himself into work after the war. He supposed Lucius needed to keep busy what with Narcissa's death. The woman who'd saved him had been killed by Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts before being taken down by an enraged Lucius.

Harry honestly hadn't been able to hate him since the war. The man might have done some stupid things but it had always been for his family. Since becoming a parent Harry knew he too would do anything for his children.

Besides, the man had genuinely changed from his past arrogant demeanour. He was still poised and elegant, but there was a humanity to him that hadn't been there before. Especially when he smiled.

Harry wished he wouldn't. That smile made him think things he shouldn't.

"Mr Potter."

"Mr Malfoy."

"Please, after everything I think you should call me Lucius," he drawled, lifting a brow playfully.

Harry felt himself blush. "Then you should call me Harry, Lucius."

"Harry." Jesus Christ, a voice should not sound that sexy.

"I take it you're not too pleased with your admirers, Harry?"

"They're not my admirers Lucius, they're admirers of my money and fame. Nobody here is actually interested in me."

The blonde man tilted his head. "Do you honestly think that?"

"I think I established people's motives long ago. I did just get asked how expensive my pyjamas were, after all," he deadpanned.

The older man chuckled once more sending shivers down Harry's spine. He really needed to stop thinking like this. Just because he and Draco got on now didn't mean he'd be happy knowing Harry was fantasising about shagging his fifty-year-old father. Not going to happen.

"I'll admit there are plenty of 'vultures' here, but now and again you do find someone with genuine interest."

"Really?" He turned back around from perusing the hall to see Lucius almost plastered to his front, an intense look in his silver eyes. Before he could open his mouth a pale hand lifted up and cupped his jaw, thumb gently caressing the corner of his mouth.

"Really. You really are an extraordinary man, and it baffles me how you cannot see your own appeal. You're someone who has never wavered from your chosen path and I respect that immensely."

The man smirked. "Not to mention you look utterly ravishing, and the thought of what you would look like in my bed has plagued me much too often. I'm dying to satisfy my curiosity."

Harry could feel his face burning, but before he could reply lips were against him while Lucius's other arm had a tight grip around his waist.

He could feel himself be pushed into the closest alcove but he couldn't pay attention to much else. All Harry could think of was Lucius' hands on his arse, the scent of his cologne, and the breathless feeling of their kiss.

"Merlin, I did not need to see that!"

They broke apart to see Draco looking at them with a slightly disgusted expression on his face. Harry stomach dropped.

"Draco –"

"I can't believe Astoria won the bet, she'll be smug for weeks. Couldn't you have held out for another month?"

Harry and Lucius were speechless and Draco rolled his eyes.

"It was obvious you were interested in each other, but you got together too quickly and now I've lost a hundred galleons."

The younger Malfoy walked off grumbling and Harry turned to Lucius incredulously.

"Did he bet on us?!"

A/N: Hello again!

I've been binge-reading Lucius/Harry fics lately for some reason, so I felt like adding this paring :)

In case anyone was wondering: 'Conor' can mean 'wolf' (for Remus), 'Leo' is a constellation (for Sirius), and 'Iris' is a flower (for Lily).

Hope you like it :)