Here it is! I was hoping to get this chapter out sooner, but at least I got it out before exams! I will work hard on updating often, but with my new term coming up (English & Musculoskeletal Anatomy) I'm gonna be pretty busy trying to keep up with my classes. But I promise to update as often as I can. Hope you all like the new chapter, Enjoy!

Warnings: Some angst, violence, threatening, a little fluff & a little surprise towards the end! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters used. I do not make profit from writing this either.

^^' Just realized I forgot to mention this, but it seemed obvious in an earlier chapter.

"Parseltongue"

Harry now lay curled up in his and Draco's blankets, out cold from the Sleeping Draught they had Severus' bring to them when it seemed Harry wouldn't calm down. After Draco had bathed him well, he'd stood by while Harry scrubbed his mouth out; hoping it would give him some comfort to do so. After dressing him in a warm robe of his own, he'd ushered Harry to bed. When he approached the subject of what had happened in the gardens, Harry's magic went wild. Voldemort had to come and send an Elf to bring Severus with a Draught to calm him. Now he slept, blissfully unaware of the three men watching him carefully. Draco sat propped up near the headrest, stroking his fingers through Harry's hair; while Voldemort and Snape stood off to the side of the bed.

"So you were able to get nothing from him Draco?" There was silence, before Draco's reply was a softly head shake.

"Not a thing. The moment I brought it up, he lost it. I'd never seen him…after his bath; he scrubbed his mouth until it about bled. From what the House Elves told me…there was semen in his vomit out in the garden. I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened from that alone." Voldemort held himself still, angry raging beneath the surface. Lucius was one of his most loyal followers, he knew better than to touch Harry; yet he'd done so knowing he would be in trouble with more than just him. Draco was highly possessive of Harry, everyone knew it. Even if it just looked like Harry was an object to Draco, it was obvious in how he was cared for in private that deeper feelings were felt; even if they were never discussed.

"If your Mother found out about this Draco, your Father would deeply regret his actions." Draco glared at his godfather, looking back down at Harry when he shifted in his sleep.

"That bastard doesn't give a damn. This isn't the first time he's tried coming on to him. I've always been there to stop him, or make it clear that he was off-limits; not that the man listens. No, even if Mother knew, it wouldn't phase him at all. He's such a pig." Draco felt his own rolling stomach press upward as if to expel the nasty feeling in its pit. He may have gone about obtaining Harry in an underhanded manner but he'd never raped Harry; it had all been consensual – even if it was a little reluctant at first.

"That bastard is going to pay. Tom, I don't know what your plans are for my Father, but I want some personal alone time with as soon as I can." Voldemort nodded his admission to Draco's request, not even being phased by his Muggle name being used. It was common for it to happen from Draco often since Harry always called him by that name.

"I will be going to see him now, though I promise you will have your time later." Without another word, he looked to Harry before leaving the room.

"He is very angry, Draco. I do not believe I should let him go to your Father." Draco shrugged, not caring about his Father at this point.

"I know he is. Harry is like a son to him, Father took it too far this time. He's lucky that Our Lord is getting to him first; otherwise he'd already be dead at my feet." Severus understood the anger from his godson and lover. Harry had become an important person to all over them after the war ended. He was such a kind soul, no matter what happened; he always ended up on top of his feelings.

'Lucius, you imbecile, what have you done?' Leaning over to kiss Draco's temple, he braced a hand on his shoulder.

"I will bring more Draught by later, I must go make sure Our Lord doesn't do anything too inconceivable while I am away." Without another word, Severus headed to the dungeons to hopefully stop his Lord and Lover from killing his long time friend.

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Voldemort had Lucius pinned up against the cement wall by his throat, his face already swelling from the physical beating he'd given him already.

"You're a waste Lucius! Look how far you have fallen; your ancestors would be ashamed that you share their blood! You do not touch him! You will never touch him again or I will cut your cock off and feed it to you!"Severus walked in and placed his hands on Voldemort's shoulders; easing him back as Lucius fell to the floor in a limp heap. His chest heaved with anger, blatant hate showing in his features.

"That is enough, My Lord. Draco still wishes to deal with his Father." Moving from within Severus' light hold, Voldemort sneered down at Lucius.

"Be lucky if you survive until tomorrow. Your son will hold your fate, Lucius."

"You will…let anyone die…over some pet?" Lucius coughed out brokenly, his chest burning with each breath he took.

"Not just some pet, Lucius. All will die at my hand that disrespect or hurt my little one." Without another word, he left with Severus following after him.

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Voldemort sat on the couch in his library, a glass of Fire Whiskey in his hold as he stared into the fire. These were the times when he looked back at everything he'd done. All the people he killed, all the lies he told to get where he was. Even though he thought about it often, he never regretted his actions. Nothing could make him regret becoming the Ruler of the Wizarding World.

'Except Harry.' That boy, ever since the first time Voldemort had died by him at the young age of almost 2, had done something to him. The undeniable beauty in his soul tugged at a part of Voldemort, a part of him that he tried to kill off a long time ago by splitting his own soul apart. Now that he'd gained back a majority of it, it made things difficult when dealing with the boy. Even now he had no problem killing someone in cold blood. He had no problem cutting those down he stood in the way of his laws. Only Harry could make him feel true regret and pain for his actions. The purity was still there, even after everything he'd been through, that light that made Harry Potter such a gem was still there.

'Those who wish to taint that light shall die.' Voldemort had decided, for good, that it was now his job to take care of the boy. Draco's stubborn pride be damned, no one would ever again hurt his little snake without going through him first.

"I figured you would be in her brooding." He looked up when his lover entered the room, and sighed.

"Nagini, go make sure little snake-ling is resting peacefully."

"Yes Master," she cooed, before slithering out of the room. Once the door closed, Voldemort finished his glass before sitting it along the table.

"There is no reason to blame yourself. Even if the situation had been different, this would have happened."

"I know that, but it does not stop me from being angry." When the couch dipped down beside him, he ran a hand through his hair.

"I will never say this to another person, not even to Harry himself, but I never regret anything more than everything I've put him through." When the warm hand was placed on his shoulder, Voldemort leaned into it.

"I'm sure he knows by your actions that you care, and are sorry. I am also sure that he knows we will all do everything in our power to make sure he is never in a situation like this again." Lifting his hand and threading it through his lover's dark locks, Voldemort pulled him into a rough kiss. Feeling the submission under his dominance made him groan, pulling the man into his lap.

"Let us go to bed, Severus. I wish to relearn your body all over again." With a shiver and nod of his head, the Potion's Master rose before glancing over his shoulder.

"Yes My Lord."

I decided our Potion's Master needed a little lovin' too! :) So, what do you all think Draco will do to his Father? -R.F.