They had returned from their honeymoon the night before but they had barely said hello to Draco and Severus before his husband whisked him to bed again. Today was going to be fun. His husband had decided it was time to make his public debut as Lucius' husband as well as to get ready for school. They needed to go a week early he was informed so Lucius could get the tailors to have his husband fully outfitted. The clothes that Sirius had done for him to make up for the hand me downs he had been forced to wear before, had been suitable before but not for the husband of Lord Malfoy.

Lucius smiled as they entered the Leaky Cauldron, hand firmly on Harry's arm. "My little green eyes time to make your first entrance as my husband."

Harry assumed the term was supposed to be a term of affection but it just made him feel more like a possession, his to be renamed. "I'm so excited."

Lucius ran a hand down his hip. "My little husband will have a proper debut at Christmas at a party I promise. But you really need some proper clothing."

Harry tried to draw away but his husband did not let go. He was only saved from any more shows by the arrival of Draco and Severus. Severus was getting the apothecary supplies and books needed for the boys. Draco was to accompany them to the tailor for he needed new school robes. Harry was grateful when they got to the shop for while he did not see any of his friends or classmates on the way there he could not stand the eyes on him, his hand folded into his husband's in a way no one could miss the shimmering engagement ring and slightly simpler bond ring. The tailor was bowing all over him even worse then Draco as he measured Harry though all questions of colors and fabrics were directed at his husband. Harry felt like a doll.

As they left the shop Draco looked at his father. "Can I go to the quidditch shop finally? You have promised me a new broom."

Lucius smiled and kissed his husband on the neck. "Very well Draco but take my little one here. Just because he won't be playing does not mean he can't enjoy."

Though Draco looked like there was nothing he would have detested more he nodded and Harry who was just grateful to get away from his husband for even a brief moment eve if it was to accompany Draco to the quidditch shop. As they entered he was reminded of his own new broom he was given for his birthday. All his gifts but those which came from those who attended his wedding, had been left at the Burrow including his new broom.

Draco looked at him as they entered. "Should be an easy win without the broom now that I do not need to compete against you. The lions stand no chance."

Harry shook his head. "Most of the team will be new but Ginny I assume will be seeker and she does have skill. Your team needs to work on your moves."

Draco smirked. "It is your team now I remind you though only in the sense it is your house. And my team has the moves thank you."

Harry shrugged. "If you call brute force and losing because of penalty points skill. Your players are good Draco; they just need some better practice."

Some how some common ground of quidditch was found between the two of them and Harry even found himself with a half grudging suggestion that he consider helping coach the team as long as he new captain agreed. Harry had never imagined coaching the snakes but he assumed as long as his husband would let him it was the closest thing to quidditch he would get now.

They were about to leave when Ron, Ginny and Hermione came in. "So there is the little traitor. Did you enjoy your little wedding and honeymoon?"

Harry looked at them. "You know why I married him. If you can't get that through your head then that is your problem."

Ginny spotted Draco's new broom. "You know your dads gave us your broom, your new one. Said since I was the new seeker I would need it, not let it go to waist."

Harry stormed past them out into the street. His fathers had given his birthday gift to her? He shook away the thoughts. They had turned their back on him. He should not have been surprised but that did not mean it didn't hurt like hell. As he found himself back in the Cauldron to meet his husband the images of his birthday and the looks in their faces when they found out, flashed through his head. He barely registered when his husband took them through the floo home.

Lucius drew him into his arms. "Now green eyes that was not too bad, why the long face? Are you jealous of Draco's little gift? I am sure I can find you something."

Harry drew away from him. "Why would I need a new broom or any other bloody broom I had or may have had? You ruined my life and took it all from me anyways."

In slight shock Lucius let go of him ad Harry took the chance and slipped away from him and headed, well he had no idea where he was going for he had no idea where anything in the manor was but ended up in the gardens where he sunk down o the bench and gave in to the tears he had been forcing himself to not give in to.

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Lucius was confused to say the least by his little one's out burst. Harry had known what was coming for a year. There was something about the tears in those green eyes which bothered him. He looked at Severus and Draco sure that they would support him and surely be as confused as him but Severus had a reproachful look on his face and even Draco looked slightly bothered by it all.

Draco explained. "Harry ran into his former friends. His so called fathers gave away a broom I assume he got for his birthday to Ginny. She just had to rub it in."

Lucius was definitely shocked. "I knew they were angry about this little wedding but even I did not think those two fools were that cruel to their own son."

Severus looked at Draco. "Would you mind going and finding Harry? I know you don't get along well but talk quidditch or something. I need to talk to your father."

Draco nodded. "We got along well enough when we were in town. I assume I could distract him."

Lucius watched his son leave and wondered what Severus had in mind for this little talk. His oldest friend definitely did not care for his husband. He had been hearing Severus complain about him since he was eleven. Really it was because Harry looked so much like his father which Lucius thought was slightly unfair of his best friend but he left hi friend to his own opinions.

Severus came to him. "You need to get your head out of your ass and start treating him with some respect. He is your husband and all you do is scare him."

Lucius was surprised. "You are giving me advice on my love life Severus? That is rich."

Severus shook his head. "He has lost his friends, his dads have abandoned him, and you forced him to give up quidditch. Do you want your husband to hate you?"

Lucius sunk down into a chair. "Narcissa did, it would be nothing new. But I care about the boy. But I am not to blame for how his fathers and friends reacted."

Sitting down Severus agreed but he thought Lucius could do something to make things easier. If Harry hated him so much likely any children Harry gave him would pick up on those feelings as well. Unless Lucius made Harry give his children over to a nanny to raise and that would only make things worse. He knew Lucius hated having to have Draco raised by nannies because Narcissa was a cold hearted Death Eater. And he knew Lucius had wanted a proper marriage this time as well.

Lucius sighed. "I am not trying to ruin his life by making him go snake. I knew how his friends would react. I thought with time your house would be friendlier."

Severus nodded. "Given some time you will likely be right. How about trying to tell your husband that. Show him you are not just trying to make him more miserable."

Looking in the direction that his little husband had fled he assumed his old fried had a point. He did care about his little husband. And he definitely wanted a better marriage then with Narcissa and did not want kids raised by nannies. He assumed he could make a better attempt at least of making his little one feel less alone. He had no idea how to do that. He definitely had never considered the feelings of his late wife or any of his lovers before. But he assumed he could try.