Harry slowly began to stir and he could not make much sense of anything. His head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. He could not remember much. As he was slowly trying to make sense of it the memories of the night before came flooding back to him. He had been married. The last thing he could clearly remember was his husband on top of him, straddling him and his hands being tied. He knew it had been a silk belt and not duct tape the horror had run through him. And it did again. He had gone into such a panic mode and it was the last thing he remembered. He had been suffering flash backs of his Uncle from the moment Lucius had come into the bathroom and he had completely shut down. He had meant to be so strong but he had been unable to stand up to the man. The second he was in the bed and being straddled by the man and his hands were being tied he felt like the child his Uncle had molested and raped.

The breathing next to him slowly made him come around. He was slowly aware that his husband was asleep next to him. He started to panic. He could not remember the night before. Just his husband's words that he was going to take him. He had been so angry about how Harry had acted at the wedding. He noticed his hands were not bound but he realized one of his husband's arms was firm around his waste. He needed to get away from the man. He could not tell if he still had bottoms on, he had no memories, but he did not trust him. His words kept ringing through his head.

Harry desperately tried to pull away from the man but all he did was wake his husband. The arm around him tightened the hold. And eventually Lucius rose up on an elbow and looked down at him. Before Harry could protest he found a firm set of lips against his.

He pulled away. "What did you do to me last night? Tying me up was not enough you drugged me? Not man enough to rape me when I am awake."

Lucius sighed. "No. I gave you a sleeping potion. I was too much of a man to take you when you were nearly catatonic from a panic attack."

Memories started coming back to him. Harry remembered freaking out and crying out for his Uncle to stop. He slowly remembered a bottle pressed to his lips. And he could hear his husband's voice assuring him that it was only a sleeping draught. He had drunk it down and there was where the memories ended. He realized as he was coming to his senses that he could feel that he was still wearing the boxers and pyjama bottoms he had worn the night before.

Lucius remained over him. "I was angry but I will keep to my word. No sex for six months though I will be touching and kissing you, being intimate."

Harry turned his face away from him. "You might as well do the rest. You're no better then my Uncle."

Lucius turned his face back. "Little lion I could be. I could have fucked you last night. But I didn't. I will not add to the abuse that you suffered."

Almost laughing at that Harry felt like pointing out he already had. Harry was no less a victim here. He had no choice in this. He was forced to be with him. Lucius might be his husband. And he could hide behind the laws. But that made it no different for Harry. The man was still forcing him. Harry still had no choice. He would have to submit. Lucius might think it was because he was not duct taping him to head boards like his Uncle. But Harry would never be convinced the man was any better.

Lucius let him go and sat up. "We will discus the finer points of our marriage in Rome. We will be leaving after breakfast and we will be back in ten days."

Harry sat up in the bed. "Could we not just stay here and have you list off all the little rules you have come up with to absolutely ruin my life?"

Lucius pulled him from bed. "We need time my green eyed lion to get to know each other and a honeymoon is expected. We will have a proper one in January."

As he was lead into the bathroom he knew what Lucius meant. In January his six month reprieve would be over. Lucius would be ready to bed him. He had no doubt what that honeymoon would mean. He did not think it would matter where they went. He would likely see nothing but the inside of a hotel room. At least this honeymoon he knew it could not be sex but his husband's words about kissing and being intimate still sent shivers running up and down his spin.

Lucius started stripping. "You will join me in the shower so I can enjoy your fine little body properly before we head down for breakfast."

Harry refused to look at his naked husband in front of him and refused to touch his clothes. "No."

Lucius simply yanked his boxers and bottoms of him and half carried Harry into the large shower stall. Harry found himself trapped in the shower but he turned away from his husband so Lucius could not enjoy the view as he called it of Harry's muscles and his cock. Lucius said nothing but he started suddsing up a sponge but he did not start washing Harry first. He put one hand, the one with the sponge around font on Harry's cock and the other on his ass.

He nibbled on Harry's neck. "You know this is a better angle for me anyways little one. I love your spirit. But you will contain it to the bedroom or private."

Harry was uncomfortably aware how close the finger was to his ass. "Yes master of course master. Am I permitted to speak to people or am I to be mute master?"

Lucius was not amused. "I am serious Harry. You are my husband and you will act as it. You will not shame me or my family name. You are a Lord consort now."

Though Harry felt like pointing out he was already Lord Potter the hand that had moved to the back of his neck as the other one was washing him had tightened with the last comment and Harry could feel the man breathing right in his ear. Harry was all too uncomfortably aware of how close they were to each other. Harry was relieved as they climbed out of the shower and he was permitted to dress even if he knew it meant they would soon be off on a honeymoon. His only comfort was his husband's promise no sex but he had already shown how far his husband was willing to stretch the boundaries.

Draco looked up from where he was having breakfast. "I thought perhaps you two had left on your little honeymoon without breakfast."

Lucius pushed Harry down into a chair next to him. "Of course not Draco. I would not be leaving without saying goodbye. My husband needs to eat anyways."

Ignored by both Malfoys Harry did take some of the food though he only nibbled on the end of some toast and ate a few strawberries. Lucius was not in the mood to be stalled and soon as he was done he dragged Harry to his feet with their bags. He hugged his son goodbye and turned to Harry. Harry hated portkeys, apparition, floo, any magical transport other then brooms. Harry just prayed he would not make a total fool with his husband and throw up on him or something.