The pair wake up content the next morning, and lay in bed in silence for several moments before Harry speaks up. "Are you hungry?" he says blandly. Draco wanted to laugh. He says yes and allows his warm pillow to leave for the kitchen.

Later as they sit down to eat their peace is terribly interrupted by one Lucius Malfoy. Harry had expected at least a day before having to deal with the man but Draco looked relatively unsurprised, just annoyed.

He has that same bloody smirk on his face as he looks at Harry, disregarding his son completely.

"I'm disappointed to see that you've reverted to wearing clothing." he says brazenly to Harry.

Harry responds with a glare but resumes eating, his hunger clearly taking precedence over Lucius' presence.

This puts a smirk on Draco's face. He decides to let this play out. He was curious about what Harry would do.

His father frowns, and pokes further.

"Draco, surely you will allow me to have a turn." he leers as he continues to stare at Harry.

That provoked a response. Harry's grip tightened on his fork and his green eyes sparked with annoyance.

"Leave." he says, straight to the point. Harry was clearly determined to ignore the presence of the older man, treating him as though he were less than nothing. That pissed Lucius off. He thinks back to Harry bound and used. He would grab the slut by the throat and watch him get hard.

Lucius beelines for Harry and the younger wizard gets to his feet. Harry's movement was sudden and Lucius pauses.

"I said leave. Get out." Lucius begins to feel a slight pressure on his skin, as though he was about to be forced out.

The younger wizard did not have his wand out. He looked pissed. Lucius finally looked over to Draco. He looked like a fucking kid in a candy store watching the two of them. It wasn't Draco either then.

Lucius looks back at Harry, a bit sobered,

"I actually have a.." Lucius begins.

"I don't care. You fucked up your chance of getting anything from me. If you don't fuck off this is going to be a bigger problem."

The light pressure strengthens suddenly, throwing Lucius several feet backwards, closer to the door. Even Draco has to hold on as he feels the brutal wind like pressure throw his father back towards the door. He was surprised the older man was able to keep on his feet.

Again, Harry barely looked troubled. He could have done far worse and still not bat an eye. Draco looks at the dark haired man in awe. He was absolutely captured by him. It was so effortless for Harry.

Again, Lucius stills, looking Harry in the eyes. Then, after a moment, he bows his head. He conceded.

"My apologies for underestimating you Potter. I shall formally request a meeting and behave in an orderly manner in the future."

He turns around to leave when he is called back by Draco.

"Father!" he calls out, moving closer to him. The older man looks back, directly into the fist of one Draco Malfoy. He immediately cradles his nose is pain, anger pouring out of him.

While Draco had allowed Harry to handle to situation, it did not mean he was unaffected by his father's taunts. They were offensive and degrading and even though he apologized Draco needed to show his father that he wouldn't tolerate that shit. He gives Lucius a swollen right cheek to accompany his nose. Lucius swears and quickly mutters several healing spells before speaking.

"Resorting to muggle tactics Draco?"

"I wanted to feel my fist connect with your face. Make it personal, you understand." he looks darkly at his father. There was so much about him that Draco didn't know. And, unfortunately, he didn't think he would be able to trust a word that came out of the man's mouth.

Lucius casts a spell to bind Draco at the neck, cutting off his breathing.

Draco's hands immediately scratch at his restricted throat. Draco didn't have the chance to panic further as Harry slams Lucius into the wall so hard that he passes out. Harry, still livid, stares at the man for only a second before magically throwing his body out the door.

At the same time, Draco moves to stand closer to Harry. His Harry. He held the other man tight in his arms, and is pleasantly surprised when Harry leans back on him.

"That was awesome." he says to the dark haired man.

"Your dad's a dick." Harry responds sourly.

"Well you sure showed him who's boss." Draco was practically purring.

"Penelope said that I need to use my magic more often." Harry says, blushing as he feels desire emanating off the blonde.

"Show me what you can do then." Draco says, his tone expectant.

"What should I do?" Harry asks. He knew that tone by now. Draco spoke like that when he wanted Harry to obey.

"Shall we duel?"

"I'd rather not." Harry responds rigidly. He did not want to fight Draco, who frowns in response but does not push the matter.

Even still, Harry was unhappy. He wanted to give Draco what he wanted, but also did not want to duel. He frowned in concentration as he tried to think of an alternative. As he does this, Draco observes him silently.

"You're perfect" Draco says suddenly.

Huh? He had just refused Draco and now he's telling him he's perfect? Harry shakes his head lightly in response and Draco lifts his face up to meet his eyes.

"I'm entitled to my opinion." Draco says.

Unsure of how to respond, Harry nods. Draco speaks again, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

"Are you still tender from last night?" he asks.

Again, Harry nods. They had done it twice the day before and he wasn't sure he could handle a third.

"Do you want to play a game?" Again, Draco's tone put Harry on his toes.

"Maybe..." Harry responds suspiciously, ignoring the blatant interest from his lower half.

"Yes or no." Draco says pointedly. Clearly he wanted Harry to submit without telling him what he planned to do.

And, if the smirk on his face was anything to go by, Draco already knew what his answer would be.