Disclaimer: Deep in the jungle, there is a magical monkey that farts every time someone is born, by the time that monkey stops farting, I will still not own Harry Potter.

Warning: Slash (yaoi), Femme-slash (yuri), AU-ish, Spoilers for DH.

AN: hey people, it's me again!

Chapter Four: Lucius Malfoy, the Miserable Part-Veela

Lucius Malfoy sighed as he glared at his image in the mirror. Life had been, to say the least, utterly craptastic.

He had been lonely ever since his break up with Narcissa. Although the break up had been on good terms, he still missed having someone around.

Lucius Malfoy was, surprisingly, still quite youthful in appearance...instead of looking like the grandfather he was, he didn't look a day over thirty-five. This, in part, was due to his Veela heritage...which kept him (and his mate) young and good-looking. But said mate, was currently six feet under, lying next to a woman he deeply disliked (however nice she was) due to his insanely jealous nature.

You see, Lucius Malfoy's mate was none other than James Harrison Potter.

Lucius laughed bitterly.

'Damn it all to Hades!' he thought angrily, turning away from the mirror and taking a swing of brandy.

'If only I hadn't been so damn stubborn in school, James would be in my arms right now, instead of lying next to his filthy "bride" for the rest of eternity!'

Lucius seethed inwardly as he replayed the scene in his mind...the pain he felt at losing James seemed to come alive again as if it had only been yesterday.

"Damn that Evans girl!" he snarled out loud, "damn her for taking what is rightfully mine!"

"And....Damn you, Potter...James...damn you for making me love you...." he whispered, finally breaking down and sobbing.

'I wish....I just wish he were here....with me....'

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James Potter opened his eyes to darkness. He slowly tried to get up, but was horrified to find that he was trapped inside an enclosed space.

He slowly reached for his wand and cast a 'Lumos', stifling a gasp when he realized what he was inside: a casket.

Suddenly, the night he "died" came rushing back to him and he had to force down the bile that was quickly rising in his throat. What had become of Lily? What of Harry?!

Quickly, making up his mind, James decided to go seek some answers....starting with a certain blond ex-lover.

With a Crack, he apparated to Wiltshire.

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Draco Malfoy sighed as he sorted through the final paperwork on his and Astoria's divorce.

He was exhausted, anxious, and apprehensive.

He had finally sent the Letter...the letter that invited Harry Potter to come to his house and "talk" with Draco.

His musings, however, were cut short by a house elf entering his study.

"Master Draco?" questioned the small house elf.

"Yes?" he responded wearily, looking up from the pile of paperwork on his desk.

"A Mister Potter, said he was here to see you," said the little creature.

Draco brightened considerably and raced out of the study.

He descended the stairs in haste and entered the main hallway.

"Harry!" cried Draco, launching himself at the dark haired man standing next to the banister.

The man caught him, looking shocked, as Draco squeezed the life out of him.

"I'm so glad you came!" he whispered, "I've missed you...no one ever replaced you in my heart...I swear to you, that you..."

Draco looked up, preparing to confess his love to his Harry, when he noticed something rather odd.

Hazel eyes instead of green, and no lightning bolt scar adorning his forehead.

"You're not Harry!" cried Draco, springing away from the imposter.

The man looked puzzled and slightly hurt.

"Cheating on your wife, I see," he muttered.

Draco stared at him, bewildered.

"What in Merlin's name are you babbling about?!" snapped Draco.

The man smiled slightly.

"Still as sharp tongued as ever. I'm talking about your wife, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, if you don't remember correctly. But it seems to me that you're more than content in pretending you are not married with a one year old son, Lucius."

Draco gaped.

"WHAT?!" he roared, "First of all, I am NOT Lucius! I am DRACO MALFOY, and second, Narcissa is my mother, you twat, and third, I'll have you know that Scorpius is currently fifteen and I am single! As if I would ever stoop so low as to sneak around!" he snapped indignantly.

The man was gobsmacked.

"B-but," he whispered after a while, regaining some of his composure, "Last time I checked...you were a baby....and Lucius....was married to Sirius' cousin..."

Suddenly, it dawned on Draco.

"James Potter?" he rasped, his throat suddenly dry.

James nodded solemnly and Draco clutched the banister for support, feeling weak all of the sudden.

"How long has it been?" asked James.

"Excuse me?" said Draco dumbly.

"If you are a grown adult, with a son, then I'm assuming some time has passed, right?" he clarified, "how long has it been since....that night?"

"It's been about thirty or so years....Harry...your son...he defeated the Dark Lord and lived to tell the tale...he currently has three kids with Ginny Weasley, whom he is divorcing as we speak..."

James was stunned.

"Are you alright?" asked Draco, worried, "you look pale...HEY!" he cried as James began to sway.

With the skill of a seeker, Draco grabbed James and led him into the nearest drawing room, where he pushed James into a green velvet loveseat.

Draco was about to ask some more questions when he heard a 'POP!' at his side, signalling a house elf's arrival.

"Master Draco!" it squeaked.

"Yes, Bizzy?" he asked, tiredly.

'What now?!'

"Master Lucius is in the entry way...he says it's urgent that you speak with him..." said Bizzy, "But..." she said, noticing Draco's bemused expression, "Bizzy can ask him to come back later if Master Draco allows it?"

Draco sighed.

"No, it's fine, Bizzy, I'll go see what he wants..." he replied, resigned, "Tell him I'll be down in a minute."

Bizzy nodded enthusiastically before she disappeared with a 'POP!'

Draco turned, and was about to leave the drawing room when James voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Draco?" he asked in an oddly strangled voice, "Please...I need to see Lucius...I need to talk to him...!"

Draco hesitated, but after seeing the pathetic look on James' still quite young face, he relented.

"Fine," he grumbled, "Stupid Potters and their stupid puppy faces! I swear, it must be perfected at birth..."

James smiled slightly, before he followed Draco out the door.

Draco continued to mutter until they reached the entry way, to find Lucius in a tizzy, pacing, tapping his fingers, and running his hand violently through his long platinum hair...all in all the opposite of the infamous icy Malfoy composure.

"Ahem," Draco coughed, and watched bemusedly as his father turned to look at him.

Lucius sneered at what he believed to be Harry Potter, and was about to comment on it, when said Potter launched himself at Lucius and tackled him to the ground.

"POTTER!" yelled Lucius, angry at being manhandled in such an undignified way, "What is the meaning of thi--" then he gasped.

For the person who was currently sitting atop him was not Harry Potter, as he originally thought...no...it was none other than James Potter.

"James?" he whispered, disbelievingly.

James nodded and Lucius Malfoy passed out from sheer shock.

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! CLIFFIE!

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I got caught up in life and....well....kinda temporarily forgot my stories...but hopefully, I'll update sometime soon, again, okay?

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