Harry was absolutely terrified. He stood in the ensuite to his new bedroom. Lucius had allowed him to go in there and change. Lucius' threats at the wedding rung through his head. He knew he should not have acted like that in the vows. Or made that toast. Lucius deserved it. He was a pig. And he had said the truth. But he knew Lucius had a temper. He knew the man liked to be in control. And the only thing keeping Lucius from jumping him was Lucius. He had a legal right to take Harry. He did not have to agree to this. He had agreed because he saw the abuse Harry suffered. Harry had been a fool to believe the man was human. He had actually believed Lucius cared. He thought the man had cared enough that he would not have wanted to add to the abuse that Harry had suffered. He knew he was wrong. He had locked the door but he was aware Lucius easily could unlock them with his wand but he could not bring himself to go out there. He was so scared.
There was a banging on the door. "I have given you enough time Harry now come out here. You will not hide in there all night."
Harry could hear the anger in his voice and it sent shivers up his back. "I am not coming near you."
Lucius snarled. "Stop acting like a spoiled brat and come out here or I will come in and get you. No husband of mine will act like some spoiled little child."
Harry spat. "Then you should not have married a fifteen year old."
There came no verbal response but the locks on the door came undone and the door was flung open. A very irate looking Lucius dressed only in a pair of silk pyjama bottoms came storming into the bathroom. Harry had seen the man in a mood before but this was different. He had never been angry at Harry before. He had always seemed amused by Harry's antics. The man had always known that he was in control. But now he was stating to realize that Harry might be not even half his age and no where near his level. But it seemed to be suddenly donning on him that his husband was younger then his son by six weeks and as much a teenager as his son was.
He grabbed Harry by the upper arm. "You promised that you would behave like a proper husband if I gave you six months. I think it is time I bed you my lion."
Harry tried to jerk away from him. "You never bothered to tell me what a fucking proper husband acts like. I have never been married before. How would I know?"
Though Lucius for a moment seemed to think that made sense he only stopped long enough to pick Harry up off his feet and throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry him out of the bathroom. Harry could not do anything with his legs but he pounded on his husband's back demanding that he let him down but the man seemed to not notice before he got to the bed and threw Harry down on the bed, at least so Harry's head was on the pillows. Lucius was straddling Harry before Harry could get up or try something.
Lucius leered down at him. "You will use proper manners. You will speak when spoke to by your elders. You will always defer to me as your husband."
Harry spat at him. "Should I also call you Master and bow to you, maybe lick your feet like a good little doggy? I am starting to see why Narcissa was miserable."
The man glared down at him and looked ready to smack Harry and he even raised his hand to do it. Harry could not help but flinch away from it. Memories of his Uncle came flooding back to him and having a half naked man straddling his hips was definitely not helping anything. Memories of his Uncle at night were stating to come back to him and he was desperately trying to hold on. He could not allow his husband to realize he was getting to him. He would not let the bastard win. He had been a victim once. He would not be again. He had told George he would try and make this work but he would not let this man
Lucius reached for the belt from his robe and he started to tie it around Harry's left wrist. "Maybe this will keep you in control till I can talk some sense into you."
Harry was having violent flashbacks and he could not keep them at bay any more. "No. No. Please let me go. Please. No. I'll be a good boy."
Too lost in his thoughts Harry did not notice that his husband had stopped. He was watching Harry in shock as the boy violently thrashed back and forth. He had not seen Harry like this since he had been sick. He was like in some kind of trance or bad dream. It reminded him of a few nightmares Draco had when he was little but it was ten times worse and even Lucius had to admit he was shaken by watching his husband. He remembered what George had told him. He remembered Harry being duct taped to head boards before be was raped by his Uncle, or molested only when younger. He realized in his absolute anger at the boy's performance at the ceremony and reception he had totally forgotten the abuse that Harry had suffered and had just sent his husband into an absolute panic mode.
He removed the robe belt from his hands. "Come on Harry calm down. I freed your hand. Come on Harry. Snap out of it. You are not with your Uncle any more."
Harry calmed down a bit but he still seemed a bit lost in his memories. "I'll be good. Don't hurt me. I'll be good. Please don't touch me. Please."
Sighing Lucius withdrew off of Harry. He was angry. But he knew he should have been expecting it. Harry definitely was a teen. And his son would have pulled the same thing if he was in the same place. Actually he had a feeling that Draco may have been far worse then Harry had been. He would have likely not waited for the bedroom before he started spitting and would have likely kicked his groom in the balls. And Draco was raised in Lucius' world. Harry was not.
Lucius summoned a calming draught and tried to coax Harry to drink some. "Come on Harry drink some for me. I promise it will just help you sleep."
Harry fought the bottle at hi lips, coming a bit back to himself. "No. No. If you want to rape me you can do it without me drugged. I won't."
Lucius sighed. "I agreed to six months no sex and I will keep to that. I am sorry for your hands. Now drink this for me. We will talk in the morning."
Slowly Harry was coaxed into drinking the potion and a mix of the calming draught and the tension of the day had Harry drifting off to sleep nearly right away. Lucius had no intention of not kissing ad touching his husband. He had told Harry they would be intimate, just not sex for six months. But it could wait. They would discus Harry's behaviour in public and how this marriage would work out, tomorrow and while they were away on their little honeymoon to Italy.
He reached down and kissed Harry. "You will have to get used to me touching you and kissing you for I will, but I did not mean to scare you like this."
He laid back in bed. The honeymoon was definitely not the one he wanted. But they would go for a proper one after Christmas when his six month agreement was over and he could take his husband to bed properly. He could wait the six months. He kind of wished Harry would not play quidditch He wanted to see his husband rounding with a beautiful little bump. But he would be patient. And it would not kill him to wait and see Slytherin do well anyways.