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Lucius stood silently as the Wizengamot filed into the courtroom. He felt uneasy to find himself here again after barely escaping with his freedom over the summer, but still, he found himself on the floor of the Wizengamot once more, instead of among their presence. It was going to take years before he would be able to claim the Malfoy seat again, it currently sat empty. Lucius could be patient though. He knew the moment that the Dark Lord had returned that he was in for several uncomfortable years.

The day after Halloween in 1981 had been the second best day of Lucius' life, Draco's birth being the first. When confirmation that the baby Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord had reached Lucius he'd fallen to his knees in gratitude. Narcissa had wrapped her arms around him and they'd assured each other then and there they would never get involved with something like that again. The purity of blood, the purity of the wizarding world was not worth the megalomania of a Dark Lord, no matter who it was. They'd both been thankful that they had the opportunity to raise their son in a world free of the Dark Lord, but that didn't mean that Lucius didn't have his prejudices. He did, as his father did before him. However, those prejudices were best kept as annoyances to have to put up with and less as beliefs he felt he had to kill in order to maintain.

The incident with Tom Riddle's diary had been regrettable. He'd thought that the Weasley girl would have given it to her father and that Arthur Weasley would have disposed of it properly. It hadn't occurred to Lucius that a scared, lonely, little girl would find a companion in the teenaged Dark Lord that lurked inside the diary. He'd been horrified when Dumbledore had summoned him. It sickened him that he'd put a child in harm's way, a pure-blood child at that, for all that she was a Weasley. He vowed then, that it wouldn't happen again.

And then his Dark Mark started to twinge. At first, he thought it was phantom, but Narcissa noticed that it was darkening. Lucius had hoped that it was a hallucination on his part. It would have been easier to deal with if it was. It wasn't.

The first burn in June of 1995 had turned Lucius' heart to ice. He'd arrived in that gritty cemetery to see the Potter boy restrained and fighting and Lucius had wanted nothing more than to help the boy. The look of the Dark Lord sickened him. This wasn't a man, this was a monster and Lucius had no desire to serve such a… thing. But thoughts of Narcissa and Draco stayed his hand. He couldn't go on a suicide mission and leave his family to the machinations of the Dark Lord, or his brethren.

Lucius wasn't a stupid man, most of the Death Eaters knew of Severus' duplicity, however, Lucius knew more than most that Severus had never gotten over Lily Potter's death. He'd always wondered if Severus was playing both sides against the other. He suspected that the only side Severus was on was his own. That summer, he'd paid a visit to his old friend. It had taken almost three months of convincing, but Severus finally brought him to meet with Dumbledore and Lupin. Leaders of the Order of the Phoenix. Lucius had gladly accepted every demand they made in exchange for Narcissa and Draco's safety.

Lucius shook his head, it was no use going over old history now. He wasn't here before the Wizengamot to discuss his doings in the war. That had already happened. This was his sentencing. He'd been testifying at trials for his brethren for months. And now, finally, the Wizengamot was ready to tell him the number of galleons he would have to part with in order to remain an upstanding member of wizarding society. His only advantage in today was that the Ministry and the Goblins were at odds again. Which meant the Goblins would not cooperate when the Ministry came calling to find out how many Galleons he had in his accounts. He'd gladly give them whatever the Wizengamot wanted if it meant he'd remain out of Azkaban. His one terrible year there, punishment from the Dark Lord that the Order of the Phoenix had been unable to remove him from less they blow his cover, had been quite enough.

Now he just had to find out how much of his immense fortune he would be parting with. Through some stroke of luck or fate or something else Lucius refused to examine too closely when Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange had died during the final battle, the Goblins had decided that Narcissa and Draco were next of kin, which meant that the Lestrange fortune was now also in Lucius' hands. Which also meant he was by far the wealthiest person in wizarding Britain. Technically, Draco wouldn't stand to inherit anything until his twenty-first birthday. And with Narcissa's death, Lucius was in possession of it all.

He hoped that was information the Wizengamot did not have. It would make his position as the benefactor for all war-reparations that much stronger if the Wizengamot was under some mistaken impression that he was giving most of his fortune away. When he really intended to just give the Lestrange fortune away and keep as much of the Malfoy fortune safe as possible.

He would have to look into the bulk of the Black fortune, he'd assumed that with both Narcissa and Bellatrix dead that would have also reverted to Draco, but it didn't appear to be the case and he hadn't had a chance to speak with the Goblins about it yet either. His reverie was broken when the Chief Warlock banged his gavel on the bench calling the session to order.

"The members of the Wizengamot have spent months going over the damages caused by the most recent war that has ravaged our nation," the Chief Warlock stated. "We've looked at the loss of life of both Muggle and Muggleborn. A travesty for a wizard to use his powers against those unable to defend themselves. A tragedy for a wizard to use his powers against those members of our community who need guidance and provide the fresh blood needed to sustain any population."

Lucius bowed his head. He felt ashamed for his beliefs on Muggleborns. Half-way through the war, he'd realized how idiotic it was to view someone else of magical blood being inferior, perhaps uncouth, untrained in their societies ways, inferior in class, but inferior because they weren't born into a wizarding home? Lucius didn't believe that anymore. How could he when he found himself half in love with Hermione Granger. She was brave and strong and brilliant. He'd begun to think so when Draco complained so much about her when they were children. Watching her get tortured by Bellatrix and survive it… it had shown Lucius that Muggleborns weren't much different than pure-bloods. He'd known many, many people who had fallen to Bellatrix's Cruciatus Curse. The fact that Hermione had survived it was a testament to her strength. It made the deep need he felt to find her once the war was over, grow. He wanted her in a way he'd never wanted a witch before, not even Narcissa. It unsettled him.

"We've come to a separate number each for the rebuilding of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Diagon and Knockturn Alleys, as well as adding an addition to St Mungo's. The Wizengamot has determined that any surviving family aligned with the Dark Lord at the time of the First Wizarding War shall be required to pay war-reparations."

Lucius pursed his lips, he was a traitor during the Second Wizarding War, which would be why the Wizengamot had decided that the benchmark would be the First Wizarding War, they couldn't leave out the coffers of Lucius Malfoy from their war-reparations. Truly, Lucius didn't care, he was happy to pay the money, it was just an interesting bit of legal red-tape that the Ministry and the Wizengamot had decided was necessary in order to fine him heavily. He squared his shoulders, staring straight into the Chief Warlock's face, and raised his eyebrow.

"The amount of money each family owes shall be based on their net worth at the time of the First Wizarding War."

Lucius truly struggled to keep the smirk from crossing his face at that pronouncement. That meant that was the most recent records on net worth for each of the dark aligned families. Lucius knew then that the Malfoy fortune was safe. Not only that but his plan to give and give and give to everyone he possibly could was also safe. If he wasn't beggared by the Ministry's fines than he would be able to begin repairing the Malfoy reputation by giving much more than the fine allotted to him.

"Anyone convicted of Death Eater activity will have their assets seized by the Ministry and all proceeds of sales and liquid assets will be spent on the rebuilding effort as the Ministry see's fit."

That was rather heavy-handed, Lucius thought frowning. He was glad neither he nor Draco was actually convicted.

"Finally, due to the circumstances, we won't be announcing fines in open court, however, we will be sending letters to those who are affected." One last bang of the gavel and the Wizengamot session was over. It had gone better than Lucius could have hoped for. He was curious to see how much the Wizengamot had planned to fine him, but wasn't curious enough to hang about needlessly. He'd wait for the owl at home.


Harry wasn't sure how he'd let Hermione talk him into this, but he found himself once more walking up the long drive of Malfoy Manor. This time at least he could see, and what he did see surprised him. The last time he was here, there was a dark and sinister air about the place. Despite the cold winter weather, the sun was shining brightly and Harry felt an almost welcoming presence. That was weird. Magical buildings were weird, he decided and hurried to catch up to Hermione.

She marched along the path as if she'd done it dozens of times in the past, and maybe she had. How long had she been cavorting around with Lucius Malfoy? Harry had been a little surprised when the news broke, but he knew Hermione. She was like a sister to him, and he trusted her implicitly. He didn't trust anyone half as much as he trusted Hermione. And if she said that Lucius Malfoy was good to her then who was Harry to argue?

That didn't mean he didn't feel apprehensive about what he was about to do. His feelings toward Draco Malfoy may have changed drastically since they were children at Hogwarts, but that didn't mean he wanted to ambush the other man in his home. That just felt… wrong. But Hermione had insisted. She'd said that the status quo wasn't working either for him or Draco. And that if something didn't change, if something didn't happen, then Harry risked missing out on any sort of relationship with Draco.

Harry scrunched his nose, did he even want a relationship with Draco? He wasn't sure, he didn't feel like he had all of the information to make that decision. Sure, there was chemistry there. There had always been chemistry there if Harry really thought about it. It had taken Harry awhile to realize that he was interested in men. He'd spent so much of his life just fighting to live, that he hadn't had much time to look introspectively when it came to dating. His mild interest in both Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley made sense when he realized he did like men. They were both Quidditch players and a bit on the tomboy side.

It helped that Hermione hadn't seemed surprised at all that he'd been interested in men. Had she known before Harry? He wasn't sure, but he was thankful for her support. Even if he felt as though he was walking into a vipers nest.

Hermione banged on the door to the mansion and the door swung open.

"Oh! Mistress Hermione! And a friend! Come in, come in!"

Harry raised his eyebrow at Hermione at the effusive greeting, since when was she on such good terms with a house-elf?

"Lucius pays them," Hermione said, answering Harry's unasked question.

"What can Tilly do for you?" The house-elf hopped from foot to foot in her excitement.

"Nothing, thanks, Tilly. Draco's here, right?" Hermione asked.

Tilly nodded, "Shall I fetch Master Draco?"

"No, no, I'll do that. I have a surprise for him. We'll just head up to the family wing now." Hermione smiled at the house-elf and led Harry straight up the massive staircase. The house-elf waved happily at Harry as he passed and Harry took a deep breath before setting foot on the first step.

They walked down a maze of corridors before Hermione finally opened a door and shoved him inside.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." She flashed him a quick smile and snapped the door shut. Harry stood looking at the door for a moment before turning and taking in his surroundings. He seemed to be in a small study. Several bookcases lined one wall and there was a heavy, oak desk in the middle of the room that was littered with parchment. A masculine brown leather couch stood along the same wall as the door and there was a drinks cart. Harry debated whether he should help himself, he thought having a drink before talking to Draco could only help, but politeness won out in the end and he drifted toward the bookcases to begin reading some of the titles there.

A few moments later the door opened and Harry could hear part of the conversation between Draco and Hermione.

"...meaning of this?" Draco said belligerently.

"Just go in, Draco," Hermione implored. "I promise, you won't regret it."

Harry found himself grinning as Draco seemed to stumble into the room and the door clicked shut. He felt a slight pulse of magic and realized that Hermione seemed to have locked him in the room with Draco. Harry gulped, he wasn't sure how he was going to be received and the idea of being locked in a room with an angry Draco Malfoy wasn't that appealing.

"Potter? What on earth are you doing here?"

"Hello, Draco," Harry smiled.

Draco glared at him. Apparently, this was going to require some actual work and not just showing up. Harry had half thought that maybe Draco would be so pleased to see him they could skip all the difficult bits.

"Well? Are you going to explain why you are in my study?"

That answered the question of whose study it was at least.

"Hermione invited me," Harry began.

Draco rolled his eyes and wandered over to the drinks cart. "I'm aware. She is the one who pushed me in here."

"Right, well, I wanted to explain myself—"

"There's nothing to explain, Potter," Draco snapped, his back to Harry.

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, this wasn't going well. How did one go about confessing their feelings? Especially after they'd essentially rejected the other person to begin with?

"I'm sorry," Harry began.

"Yes, you are rather sorry," Draco snarked.

"Merlin, would you just look at me?" Harry asked, he stalked forward and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling on it to turn him around.

"Don't touch me!" Draco whipped his arm out of Harry's grasp and when he turned to face him Harry could see both fury and sorrow on the other man's face. Why had he waited so long to come find him? It was obvious Draco was hurting and Harry felt stupid for believing the shite in the papers.

"Look, I'm sorry," Harry said again, begging Draco to believe him with his eyes. "I was shocked when you kissed me and I didn't know my own feelings and—"

"Fine. Now get out," Draco said, his voice hardened and dead.

"No, listen to me, you bloody prat!"

"Don't fucking call me a prat! You're the one who pushed me away and now what? You want another chance? Fuck off."

"Why? So you can go find some other slag to bury your cock in and forget all your feelings? For Godric's sake, Draco, I'm at least trying here. I made a mistake, I didn't know my own feelings, but ever since that day, you are all I fucking think about. And to see you parading around with any dick or cunt who'll have you?"

Harry sucked in a big breath, he hadn't meant to say all that, but his feelings were hurt. Maybe not as bad as Draco's, but once he realized what all the anger and fighting over the years was, once he realized how open and honest Draco had been with him, Harry knew he wanted a shot at this.

"What's it to you, Potter?" Draco's voice was guarded, and Harry felt hope flare in his chest.

"I didn't have much of a childhood, you know?" Harry began, he paced away from Draco and stared out at the back gardens of Malfoy Manor as he spoke. "My aunt and uncle were… less than kind to the orphan they were forced to take in. And when I got to Hogwarts, I thought that this was it, this was my chance to be a child again. Only to find out that there was some evil wizard who wanted me dead. I spent my childhood and adolescence fighting evil. Fighting to stay alive. When I did have time to date, to think about the opposite sex, I just…" he trailed off. How to explain his indifference for women? He'd never longed to see what a woman looked like without her clothes on.

"Were apathetic?" Draco suggested. Harry turned to find Draco standing almost directly behind him.

"Yeah."

"But one of the guys, in his Quidditch uniform? How did that make you feel?" Draco asked, stepping closer, into Harry's personal space.

Harry licked his bottom lip, "Made my heart race."

"And out of the Quidditch uniform? In the showers after practice or a game?" Draco was now almost nose-to-nose with Harry.

"Made my breath catch," Harry replied, mesmerized by the grey eyes boring into his own.

"And now?" Draco lifted one eyebrow.

Harry waffled for all of half a second before he lifted his hand and cupped the back of Draco's neck, pulling the other man to him and pressing his lips against Draco's in response. For a moment, Draco didn't respond, and Harry moved his lips more insistently over Draco's. He placed his other hand around Draco's waist and pushed their bodies closer together.

Finally, Draco groaned and began responding to the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Harry's searching tongue entrance.


Hermione smirked as she released the charm in front of Draco's study. She didn't want to spy on them, but she also wasn't going to let them kill each other either. Snogging was good. Snogging led to things that were much more pleasurable than a duel to the death. Speaking of, Hermione suddenly found herself in the mood and turned to go find Lucius.

"And what were you doing spying on my son?" Lucius asked from directly in front of her.

"How long have you been there?" Hermione hedged.

Lucius frowned and pursed his lips, "I just came up the stairs."

Hermione smiled, "Draco and Harry are working things out. I just wanted to make sure that they weren't doing it by dueling."

Lucius smiled, "Good. Maybe we should also work some things out?"

Hermione returned his smile with her own and accepted his proffered arm.

"How are the Weasleys coming with the rebuild of their home?" Lucius asked.

"What?" Hermione was shocked, Lucius had never mentioned the Weasley's in the months they had been together.

"Their home burnt down during the war, did it not?"

"Well yes," Hermione said. "I think they have the main floor complete, but I'm not sure about any of the upper levels."

"Ah, and the Lovegoods?"

"Why are you so interested?" Hermione asked, stopping suddenly. She didn't think that Lucius would give one whit about whether the Weasleys or the Lovegoods had rebuilt their homes yet.

"Just making conversation," Lucius commented.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, she didn't believe him, but she also didn't want to start an argument.

"Right, well, I think the Lovegoods are staying with Luna's maternal grandmother while they rebuild. I haven't had an owl from her in a while though, so I can't be sure."

Lucius smiled blandly and offered Hermione his arm again.

"How was the Wizengamot this morning?" Hermione asked as he pushed open his bedroom door.

"Let's not talk about that. I have a surprise for you," Lucius murmured into her ear.

Hermione had stopped walking, because she could see the surprise for her, laying in the massive bed, spreadeagle with a limb tied to each of the four posters.

"Oh, my," Hermione whispered. Severus' cock was standing at attention and he had a blindfold over his eyes.

"Severus is a fan of sensory deprivation," Lucius said as his hands settled on Hermione's shoulders and the door click shut behind them.

Severus at hearing his name snapped his head toward them. He bit his lip and Hermione felt the heat flare in her belly.

Lucius' hands were busy at work now, disrobing Hermione. The moment she was naked, he ordered her to the bed. "Go touch him. Everywhere except his cock."

Hermione nodded dumbly, wondering why such an order would turn her on as much as it did and she almost ran across the room to climb onto the bed with Severus.

Reaching out her hand, she ran it along his flank and Severus hissed, his skin instantly pebbling under her touch.

"How does it feel, Severus?" Lucius asked.

Hermione looked over her shoulder to find Lucius naked and leaning against the bedpost, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Keep touching him," Lucius told her. Hermione nodded and placed her other hand on his chest, running her hands over his skin. Severus' breath caught and he let out a low groan.

"How long as he been like this?" Hermione asked.

"Just over six hours," Lucius replied. "The longer he goes without touch, the more pleasurable. Being unable to see where you'll touch him next increases the pleasure when you do touch him."

Hermione pinched one of Severus' nipples and he arched into her touch with another sharp hiss.

"Lick him," Lucius directed.

Hermione thought she couldn't get more turned on, but the sound of Lucius' voice telling her what to do, combine with the visual in front of her made her own nipples pebble in pleasure. Hermione leaned over Severus, careful to keep from touching his cock and flicked her tongue against his nipple. The groan that Severus emitted made Hermione want to throw a leg over and begin riding him.

"See how much he likes your touch?" Lucius said.

And Hermione did see, Severus' cock was weeping and twitching. Hermione's breath caught, and she glanced at Lucius. Lucius smirked at her and nodded and Hermione leaned down to lick the pre-come from the head of Severus' aching length. Severus shouted as her tongue touched him and Hermione longed to wrap her lips around him and suck him dry.

Lucius' hand in her hair, pulling slightly stopped her and Hermione lifted her head.

"Now mine," Lucius pushed her toward his own cock, jutting out proudly and Hermione eagerly bent to lick Lucius as well. Again, Lucius pulled her away before she could get carried away. Hermione wanted to pout, but she was enjoying being ordered about by Lucius. It felt deliciously naughty to give up this control.

Turning back to Severus, he was panting lightly and his limbs were straining at their ties.

"Go on," Lucius ordered and Hermione turned back to Severus and began licking him all over, down his treasure trail, and up his flanks. She nibbled on his ears and gave him a love bite on his neck.

By the time Lucius pulled her away from Severus again, Severus was panting and tossing his head, a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his skin.

"Now," Lucius nodded and Hermione gratefully straddled Severus and sank down on his cock.

"Fuck," Severus hissed through his teeth. Hermione was still for a moment, enjoying the way he filled her.

"Merlin, please move," Severus begged.

"Not yet," Lucius ordered. Hermione continued her stillness, following Lucius' commands.

Lucius swept his hands down Hermione's back, and down her legs, she felt him settle behind her, his hands on her waist.

"When you begin to move, you will not come. That will be my pleasure," Lucius murmured into her ear. Hermione whimpered and nodded even as Severus lifted his hips, driving deeper inside her. She bit her lip as she slowly began to ride Severus, her hand placed flat on his chest. Lucius kept his hands rested on her hips, helping to drive her down harder with each stroke.

Severus was groaning and straining at this point, desperate for release.

"Make him come," Lucius commanded with a tweak to her nipple. Hermione bit her lip again, she knew that if she truly rode Severus to completion, then she would come too. She'd have to be careful to follow Lucius' directions. Slowly, she increased her speed, rocking on him now, which only served to make him hit that sweet spot inside her. Fuck, she was going to come if she kept this up.

"Hold it together, Hermione," Lucius said, distracting her with soft touches on her back and flanks. Hermione nodded, desperate to follow Lucius' directions, but also desperate to make Severus come, and desperate to come herself. A fine sweat broke out as she continued riding Severus, he was close, she could tell. His body was strung as tight as a bow as she bounced above him.

"Merlin, Circe, and Niume," Severus groaned and Hermione felt both elated and relieved to feel his hot come splash inside her. She ground down on him for a few more moments before stilling again.

"Beautiful job, my dear," Lucius murmured in her ear. Another murmur and a wave of his wand and Severus' bindings and blindfold were released. Severus' hands immediately settled on her waist, pulling her to him. She collapsed onto his chest, his cock falling out of her and he kissed her with such fervency that it stole Hermione's breath away.

"I think he enjoyed it," Lucius murmured in her ear. He had somehow positioned himself above Hermione, even as she sprawled across Severus' chest.

"Her hands, Severus," Lucius commanded and Severus grasped each of Hermione's hands, pulling them above his head so Hermione was unable to hold herself up. She was still straddling Severus' hips. Lucius placed his hands on her hips, and with one swift move, buried his cock inside her. Hermione found herself face-to-face with Severus, unable to hold herself off him as Lucius rocked inside her. Her body moved against Severus, her breasts pressed against his chest and they both groaned at Lucius' movements.

Hermione couldn't take the rawness of the moment and closed her eyes, so Severus kissed her again. Groaning into the kiss, Hermione rolled her hips and found that Severus was quickly hardening. A sweep of Lucius' hand and he found the same thing. Lucius lifted Hermione's hips, dragging her down Severus body until his now hard cock rested in her folds, bumping her clit with each stroke of Lucius'.

"Motherfuck," Severus breathed. Hermione agreed with his sentiment. Being filled by Lucius as Severus' cock bumped her clit and slid through her folds was almost too much for her.

"Neither of you will come until I tell you too," Lucius panted and increased his pace further.

Hermione sobbed at this news and bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from coming immediately.

"Look at me," Severus hissed, and Hermione snapped her eyes open to meet his dark ones. "You can do this."

Hermione nodded, she could, she and Lucius had been practicing in Paris, but that had been without the dual stimulation of being pressed between her lovers.

"That's it, love," Lucius murmured as she rolled her hips back into him.

Hermione was beginning to feel lightheaded with her need to climax and concentrated on repeating Arithmancy equations to try and take her mind off of the overwhelming sensations.

"Now!" Lucius ordered as he began slamming into Hermione. She didn't need more than that and she felt the orgasm wash over her in wave after wave of pleasure. Severus' seed soaked her slit and belly as Lucius pumped several more times before spilling himself inside her.

Hermione was pretty sure that was the best orgasm of her life and feeling Lucius' heavy body lie atop hers, while she was on top of Severus made her never want to move again. This was perfection.