A/N: To state the perfectly obvious: I updated! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 20

Lucius held open the front door for Harry as they entered the mansion many hours later. They both laughed as they stepped into the house and shut the door.

"I don't understand how you can like that thing!" Lucius cried out with a laugh, referring to the motorcycle they had taken from Hogsmeade.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry countered playfully.

"Aren't you worried it will kick out on you when you're in midair?"

"No." The dark-haired wizard laughed at the absurdity of the thought. He'd been doing that a lot today… laughing, that is… and he'd noticed Lucius was doing an awful lot of laughing as well. Lucius' laughter was so contagious it had Harry laughing at the most stupid of things, almost to the point where he couldn't stop smiling. "I take very good care of that bike and it's very well made. Besides, even if the alternator did die or something it wouldn't matter; the bike automatically draws on the magic of the driver in situations where something doesn't work and it continues gliding until it is safely landed. Nothing to worry about."

Lucius was suspicious, but it didn't really matter. Harry was confident in the machine, so that was all that mattered.

Draco came walking out of the Dining Room with a book in hand and his nose half buried in it until he heard all of the laughter from the foyer. "Father! Harry, how was your evening? You were gone so long, I almost began to worry."

"You shouldn't worry so much, Draco." Harry told his friend as he threw an arm over his shoulder. "You'll give yourself gray hairs. Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little head of yours." He kissed the blonde's temple before ruffling his hair and walking over to the stairs leading toward Lucius' rooms.

Draco was snickering and smiling mostly at the happy man that had just embraced him. He turned to his father who was smiling warmly at him -it was pride, and love, and perhaps something else in his eyes.

"He seems extremely happy." Draco commented softly.

"We both are." Lucius added, looking briefly after Harry to watch him turn down the hall at the top of the stairs before he turned back to his son. "Harry and I are planning a trip to the Elvin Kingdom for Monday. We would really like you to come with us. We will be gone for a few days and we leave Monday, so please change any engagements you have for the week." The veela told his son calmly. A peaceful serenity was filling his soul and he wanted to go join his mate for some fun to cap off the day.

Draco's eyes widened at the proposition. "Fabulous. I'll just tell work to fuck off and make sure everyone knows I'll be unavailable." He replied with a smirk. "What brought about the idea?"

"Harry and I were talking and he confessed to missing the Elvin world and he thought it would good for the both of us to get away from the Wizarding World for some relaxation. We leave by four in the morning. Harry wants us to see the sunrise from there. Alright."

"Sounds great!" The youth exclaimed. "Can't wait." He yawned and walked up to his father to hug him. He leaned his head on his father's shoulder and embraced him for a leisurely hug. "I'm so happy to see you so in love and happy, Father."

"Thank you, Draco." Lucius whispered into his son's hair. He could feel his veela side embracing Draco's tiny veela-self as well and it settled him with a great deal of contentment. "Good night." He said as he released his child. "Sleep well."

"Good night, Father." Though I doubt you'll sleep much. He thought with a smirk as he walked toward his own wing of the Manor. He was excited to see the place that Harry cherished so much. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to be over so Monday could get there and they could go on this trip. I've gotta pack!

As Lucius stepped into his rooms he saw Harry pulling his shirt over his head so that he was clad only in his boxers.

"You were taking so long, I thought I'd have to start by myself." Harry murmured with a playful smirk as he approached Lucius with a sway to his hips. The shorter wizard closed the door behind his stunned mate and pushed him further into the room. "I think you have far too many layers on for what I want to do to you."

The veela snorted softly and his fingers flew over the buttons to his waistcoat. "I agree." He replied gruffly.

Their lips connected soundly as Lucius yanked off his coat and tossed it somewhere out of the way. He then began working on his trousers, getting them off with little effort, and once he was clear of his pants he made a quick grab for Harry, picking the shorter man up by grabbing his thighs and pulling those legs around his waist.

Harry cried out as he was hauled up into his veela's arms. He had the distinct impression that tonight he would not be the one in control, but he didn't see a problem with that. They were new lovers. They were testing the waters. Perhaps in time one of them would be more dominant than the other, but for now, he was willing to just experience Lucius.

(Here's a summary since I can't actually leave this bit here. Lucius throws Harry on the bed and has his wicked way with him, releasing his veela when he couldn't control it any longer. He was more aggressive than Harry had been, but Harry refrained from telling the other until they were done. Editted out for obvious reasons. Sorry.)

Harry couldn't stop the grunt of pain after both men had come down from their highs of pleasure and Lucius had pulled from him.

The blonde's eyes widened -his veela fully satisfied and currently relinquishing control to Lucius again- in horror. "Are you hurt?" The veela demanded sharply, his voice gruff from growling and heavy breathing.

"It's alright." Harry murmured softly. "Probably just a bit too rough for my first time." He smiled gently at his mate, then the teen fell back, boneless, letting a big breath out to relax completely.

Lucius was tense as he sat up and leaned over his mate. "I'm sorry." The blonde whispered tenderly to his lover, using one hand to thread his fingers through his mate's hair, and the other to reach between Harry's legs for his member. "Let me make it up to you." He spoke in a husky voice into Harry's ear.

Harry groaned pleasurably as he allowed his mate to arouse him again. "You don't have to…" his breath caught and hitched as the blonde worked on him, "the sex wasn't bad, love… just rough…" He moaned sexily.

"Shh." The veela shushed as he began kissing and licking his way down his mate, being as gentle, but also as passionate as possible which drove Harry crazy in all the right ways.

Lucius was startled awake by his mate sucking deeply against his throat over the mark that he had made before. He breathed sharply in, his mouth hanging open as his mate gnashed the mark until he was positive it would stay for another week, at least, and only then did he let up and tenderly lick at his mark.

"It was starting to look a little pale." The younger man rubbed his cheek against his veela gently. "Why don't you have facial hair?"

Lucius nearly purred in contentment when his mate started rubbing against him. "Hmm, oh, I rub on a potion to stunt the growth of facial hair once a year."

Harry sat up with a hum of thought as he stroked his chin with rough fingers. "Do you think I should grow one?"

"One, what?" The blonde asked with furrowed brows.

"A beard? Facial hair in general, I guess."

"Do you use a potion to keep it from growing?" Lucius queried, cocking his head slightly like a curious animal.

"No." Harry shook his head with a small smile, as if he were feeling nostalgic about this memory. "My magic stops it from growing for some reason, so I have to want it to grow for it to come. That's why my skin is beardless."

The veela's brow quirked in wonder. "Well aren't you just a unique beauty." Lucius murmured as he leaned in and kissed Harry chastely. As he pulled back, he pondered whether Harry would look good with some fashion of facial hair.

"I'm going to grow something and you can tell me what you think." Harry interrupted with a sigh. "A little mustache with a scruff for beard, maybe." He shrugged.

"Whatever you want, love." Lucius chuckled, leaning in to slide his arm around his mate and pull him back down onto the bed to relax in his arms against the headboard. As the heat between the two cooled, Harry grabbed the blanket and covered them both waist-high with it. They both just laid together, just stroking each other in a gentle way, engraining the feel of the others skin into their minds.

"Oh!" The brunet exclaimed in a tired awe as he slowly grabbed Lucius' right hand to examine it. "Isn't this the symbol for the Malfoy Family?" Harry asked as he looked over the ring on the pale hand of the Malfoy monarch.

"Yes, it's the Malfoy Family Crest, and this is the ring that each member of the Malfoy family wears to proclaim their lineage."

"It's beautiful." Harry mumbled as he rested his head against the veela again. "I wonder where the Potter Family rings are. Probably in my vault, hmm?"

"You've never gone through your vaults?" Lucius demanded in shock.

"No." Harry sighed. "It was just too painful when I first had them, but I suppose it's about time, right? I should probably be wearing that ring and I should probably have some other pureblood stuff that you use." He shrugged as best he could in his position beside Lucius.

"I'll go through it with you if you like."

"I'd appreciate that."

There was a long pause of peaceful silence as they both just marinated in the time they'd been spending together.

"Do you mind if we talk about our pasts now?" Lucius questioned of his tired mate. "I realize it may seem inappropriate at such a peaceful moment-"

"What would you like to talk about, and do you mean to only ask me questions, or is this two ways?" The youth responded easily.

"I want for us both to know everything about each other."

Harry snickered. "Well, that may take more than just tonight, but it's good that we start this now. You can ask first if you like."

"What's your favorite color, and why?" Lucius asked with a smile, causing his younger mate to laugh.

"Well, I suppose blue is my favorite because it makes the skies so beautiful and the sea so wide and deep and unpredictable. It's a very peaceful color, and I like calming things." He paused. "What about you?"

"My favorite color has always been a dark emerald green, but when I met you… it changed to the burning green color of your eyes. There is nothing quite like the color of your eyes. The grass is too dark, the trees are too dull… There truly is nothing like your beautiful eyes."

Harry blushed lightly, then sighed in contentment. "Thank you." After a small delay to think up a question, "Do you have any family still living besides Draco?"

Lucius breathed in and out with a frown as he contemplated that. "I believe there are still a few cousins and uncles living throughout the world, but none close enough to care about. I haven't heard from any of my relatives since before I was forced to marry Narcissa." He grimaced. "I don't know if Draco mentioned it, but Narcissa and I have been divorced legally for nearly three months, but she hasn't been in the house since just after my imprisonment."

Harry hummed softly to show that he had heard, but he didn't know quite what to say to that. "Draco told me about that a while back."

"What's your favorite type of food?" Lucius asked.

"I like Italian food. I like pasta, and seafood the best, I think. I don't mind strawberries, but I hate the seeds. I love most fruits. I don't like most kinds of cherries. I like green grapes and I love blueberries." He groaned at the thought and rubbed his stomach. "Blueberry pancakes and waffles!" His stomach rumbled. "Great!" He moaned. "Now, I'm hungry." Lucius broke out into soft rings of laughter as he reached down and rubbed Harry's back.

"We'll have the house-elves make us blueberry pancakes tomorrow. I'm sure Draco will enjoy that too."

"Yeah, probably."

There was a long silence.

"Harry, can I ask you about that… wind and… Sirius?"

Harry breathed in deeply and sighed before drawing his breath again to speak. "I can't control when the wind comes. I'll just be staring off out into the sky and I'll feel this pressure in the back of my mind, and when I open my mind to that pressure the wind comes and sometimes he says things to me. He tells me he loves me, or he is proud of me, but once… he told me… 'You belong'. I didn't understand him then, but after that the wind only came to me when I was here and rarely anywhere else unless I was sleeping on a battlefield or something similar and he would comfort me. I think he meant to say that I belong… here." He shrugged with a slight blush rouging his cheeks.

"Thank you for telling me that, love." Lucius whispered as he leaned down and kissed his lover tenderly.

They laid there for a long time in companionable silence instead of speaking and it was fine with them both just to wallow in each others warmth and love.

"Why were you so tense earlier with the crowds in Hogsmeade?" Lucius inquired.

Harry snorted, but continued to softly trace the contours of Lucius' chest. "I hate crowds. I hate it when people realize who I am, then want to touch me, shake my hand, and talk to me like they're either my biggest fan, or like they know me better than my best friends through the articles they've read about me. I despise having to put up with people like that. Everyone needs to just get over it. It's been over a year. Move on with life. I certainly have." He groaned. "I try to be inconspicuous and put up a shield in my mind that gives me a 'Notice Me Not' kind of barrier. So people see me, but don't feel the need to say anything or take notice really."

"Brilliant." The blonde murmured as he caressed the brunet's mop of silky hair. "It must be obvious why I don't like crowds." Lucius whispered breathlessly.

Harry hummed in agreement and kissed the skin beside his lips. "It's alright to not want to be near people. It seems almost suffocating being in such large crowds, and you've hardly been around anyone other than those creatures for an entire year. They don't understand us. There's no need for them to come near us anyway. All we need is each other… and Draco." Harry told Lucius in a placating way.

The blonde breathed in deeply and released his breath before continuing on to this… less favorable topic.

"About the dementors." Lucius began hesitantly.

…

"What about them?" Harry wondered after a long pause of silence from the veela below him.

"They were there… in Azkaban, but… they hardly passed my cell. It seemed less than twice a week that they passed me by and they didn't linger. It was traumatic with them forcing me to relive my worst memories and fears, but they weren't around me nearly enough as they should have been when you consider what I was imprisoned for."

The dark-haired youth bobbed his head a few times and hummed with understanding as he rolled over so the back of his head rested on Lucius' chest. "I wasn't sure if you would notice or even if you would ever bring it up. I know how terrible the memories they revive can be. I knew you would go insane with what you would have to relive and something inside of me kept gnawing at me after the trial." He paused. "It told me something was still wrong, even though I had done everything I could to get you the minimum sentence possible. It took me a night to understand what had been bothering me. I set to righting it the next day because I knew you would be shipped off to Azkaban that day. I pulled off some blackmailing and used every ounce of my Slytherin side that I possess, but it finally paid off. You were put into the minimum security area."

"You must owe most of the Ministry." Lucius spoke breathlessly with awe.

"No. Just a couple of good looking secretaries." Harry joked and laughed until he felt Lucius wrap him in a sincere embrace of love and devotion.

"You made it possible for me to survive the year without you. You saved my sanity and my life. I love you, Harry. Thank you so very much. You mean the world to me."

As they fell to sleep, wrapped in each others loving embrace, Lucius couldn't help but smile as his eyes fluttered into sleep.

When I'm with Harry, my worries about Azkaban don't chase me. I can sleep in a bed instead of the floor when I have Harry holding me in his arms. No bad dreams… no reliving the past… only dreams of our future together… Maybe I'll dream about us having kids tonight… Hmm… we forgot to talk about that… next time….

A/N: I'm happy to have internet access again. Sorry about the wait, but I couldn't get it online. Kisses to all of my reviewers, but I couldn't respond to you either for lack of internet. I will though.