A/N – Just in time for the release of Deathly Hallows – Part 1, I've finished a new chapter. Nothing much else to say about this one other than enjoy!

It had been a very quiet two weeks. In fact, Lucius had to admit that he found them downright boring. On top of the general lassitude of the environment, Draco was in an extremely foul mood of late. The combination of everything left the elder Malfoy looking forward to Harry's return from his honeymoon, whenever that would be.

"We're going to have to start pushing Draco in the direction of potential wives again," Narcissa was saying as she glanced at him across the breakfast table.

"The Granger girl should be married soon, so that will make things easier."

"You still think he fancies her?"

"It's obvious." Lucius buttered his scone and daubed a spoonful of marmalade on it. "Why do you think he's been storming around here ever since she got herself engaged to the Weasley boy?"

"That is a fair point. I hadn't noticed the timing."

Lucius didn't believe that for an instant. Narcissa noticed almost everything that went on around the house and Draco's mood had clearly soured the day Granger and Weasley's engagement announcement hit the Daily Prophet. Giving a soft snort, Lucius sipped his coffee and his wife spoke again.

"Louise Montague is having a formal dinner next month. There should be a good selection of eligible witches in attendance and I think I can get Draco invited. Her daughter was a year behind him at school if I recall correctly."

Lucius nodded. "It's a start. If nothing comes of that, perhaps we can send him off to the continent for a while."

"But what about his job at the ministry?"

"Leave of absence. He certainly doesn't need the money."

"Draco won't like us meddling. He is a man now, Lucius."

"I don't care if he likes it or not. It's precisely because he's a man that he should have a care toward his familial duties. At least I'm giving him the opportunity to find his own wife rather than just arranging matters like my father did."

"You're right, of course."

"I know I am. I got extremely lucky with Father's choice," he smiled at her as he took a bite of the scone, "and I'm not quite as confident in my own judgment regarding the best wife for him. However, if Draco doesn't get a move-on, I'm going to start writing to Orlav in Bulgaria. He'll find someone suitable for the boy."

"Like the bride he found for your second cousin, Antoine?"

Lucius made a face. "Erm. Perhaps not."

"To be fair, Antoine has always liked strange women."

"She certainly fits that description." There were several other words he'd use to describe his cousin's wife, many of which were not at all complimentary. "At least he's happy with her."

"By all accounts, he is that." Narcissa used her napkin to daub at the corner of her mouth and then set it on the table. She was done with breakfast and by her expression, Lucius knew she was about to take her leave.

"What are your plans for today, Darling?" he asked before she could go.

"I'm going to go talk to Louise and then I think a bit of shopping is in order. If we're going to present our son as England's most eligible wizard, he could use some new clothing. We'll go for measurements on his lunch break." She paused and eyed him for a few seconds before continuing, "You could meet us there if you'd like."

"As scintillating as that sounds, I think I'll find something to amuse myself with here. I still have all those rare books Severus left to me. Perhaps this would be a good time to browse through them."

"You want to stay home and read books? Are you sure you're feeling well?"

He laughed. "Well enough. I just don't feel like going out today."

"All right," she stood and moved to his side so she could lean down for a kiss, "but I don't want to hear about your boredom when I get home."

"I promise that you won't." Smiling, he gave her a light pat on the bum. "Have a good time."

"You too, Lucius. I'll see you tonight."

"Mmm hmm."

Once Narcissa was gone, Lucius picked up the Prophet and went back to reading. The news of the day held his attention for a while but once he'd finished his coffee, he folded it and set it aside. Then he wandered down to his study to do as he told his wife he would. The books in question varied in topic but all were exceedingly old and quite valuable.

Lucius brushed his fingertips along their spines before selecting a tome that dealt with obscure transfigurations for use in battle. After a time, he moved onto a grimoire full of poisons. There were notes scrawled in the margins in a precise and slanting hand. Dear Severus. He had taken his studies – and everything else in his life – so seriously.

Despite the fact that the man had turned out to be a traitor, Lucius found that he missed Snape more than he missed any of his other fallen comrades. Perhaps it had something to do with the relationship they'd once shared, or maybe it was just the loss of a close friend, of which Lucius had next to none. He wondered what Severus would think of his new relationship with Potter.

He'd think I was a fool or perhaps that I've gone insane, Lucius chuckled to himself, and maybe he'd be right, but I don't care. Harry had a piece of his heart now and there was no turning back. Shaking his head, Lucius turned the page, his fingers skimming across that familiar writing as he read.

Thus the morning passed quietly by and the rays of sunlight streaming in the window slipped lower until at last the white-haired wizard was surrounded by a glow of warmth. His eyelids drooped and he leaned forward over his desk, pillowing his head on his folded arms. In no time at all, his breathing had deepened and he was asleep, snoring softly.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Lucius slipped into a wonderful dream. He found himself floating, apparently in the ocean, though he didn't necessarily feel the motion of waves. The sky was blue and warm and so was the water that surrounded him. It tingled against his flesh, arousing his senses with each brush like fingertips and he could feel an answering response throbbing dully in his groin. Giving a hum, his dream-self surrendered to the pleasure, letting it sweep him along as it willed.

Slowly the pleasure intensified, building like a concerto built, driving slowly and inexorably toward a crescendo. Through it all there was a sensation of warm, wet comfort, soaking through him and without his being conscious of it, his hips rocked slowly. He dreamt then of Harry, the dream world shifting seamlessly into a bout of gentle love-making between the two men.

Harry smiled up at him as his hips worked faster, and Lucius bent to give him a long, sensual kiss. The kiss lasted until Lucius simply couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled groan against his lover's lips, he finally let go of his control, spending himself with a rolling shudder.

He came awake in increments, becoming aware first of his deep and heavy breathing and then the overwhelming pleasure that still flowed through his body. At last he realized that there was something brushing along the trail of hairs on his lower abdomen and he opened his eyes to find Harry peering up at him from between his legs, wearing a very smug look on his face. Lucius' spent cock lay flushed and wet against the open fabric of his flies.

"Hullo there," the younger man drawled, sounding every bit as pleased as he looked. His fingers drifted across Lucius' over-sensitized flesh and the elder wizard gave a reflexive shiver.

"Aaaah, hello." Lucius had to take in a breath and let it out before he could continue. "If you were trying to make up for being away so long, you might have waited until I was awake."

"Now where's the fun in that? Besides, you looked like you were enjoying every second of it, asleep or not."

"Hmm." The elder wizard reached down to brush his thumb over Harry's tanned cheek. It appeared the boy had spent his entire honeymoon lazing around in the Mediterranean sun. Lucius was jealous. "What are you doing up here?"

"I found Nippy cleaning the cottage and she told me that everyone else was gone today except you." Harry smiled up at him as he leaned into the caress. "So I thought I might surprise you. Are you surprised?"

"Surprised? I couldn't be more surprised if I…" Lucius cut off abruptly at the sudden, sharp knock on the door. Cursing, he pushed Harry backward under his desk with one leg as he hastily shoved his manhood into his trousers. He drew up the zip only a moment before Draco stormed into the room.

"Father! I saw Mum at lunch and she said you want to send me out of the country."

Lucius clenched his teeth together hard in order to keep from responding with an ill-considered remark. The tightening in his jaw did nothing to get rid of his annoyance, however. Damn it, Narcissa! What on earth were you thinking!

The boy was clearly just as agitated as he was, though Lucius thought that might be a blessing in disguise. Draco's distraction would hopefully keep him from noticing the older wizard's dishevelment and the fact that his childhood nemesis was lurking under the desk.

"Calm down, Draco." The command came automatically to Lucius, even though he wasn't sure if he wanted the boy to obey or not.

"Calm down?" A small vein pulsed at Draco's temple, and as usual when he got worked up, he looked like he was trying hard not to cry. "I'm a grown man! What makes you think you can just send me anywhere you like, whenever you like?"

"You're my son and you are living in my house." Lucius schooled his voice and expression into serenity, yet with a layer of steel beneath that brooked no argument. "You seem to be having trouble finding a wife. Your mother and I thought that if there was nothing to catch your fancy here, then perhaps you would benefit from a change of scene."

"And what if I don't want to be married right now? You're going to force me into it?"

The elder man's eyes glinted dangerously. "I just might."

"I can't believe this!" Draco threw his hands up and paced to the other side of the room.

"What's not to believe? You're a Malfoy and you need to make a smart match. Ever since you broke up with the Parkinson girl, you haven't even been out with a member of the opposite sex." Lucius gave his son a shrewd look, presuming that he knew the answer to his next question but asking it anyway. "You don't fancy boys, do you?"

"No!"

"There's no shame in it son. I wouldn't think less of you." He would be the worst kind of hypocrite if he did.

"I do not fancy boys!" Draco spat back through clenched teeth.

Lucius found himself smirking at his son's response. It was so passionate. "Is there someone else you fancy then? Is that why you're not putting much effort into finding a wife?"

"I…" the boy looked suddenly uncomfortable, "no. No, there's nobody else. I'm just not ready."

"Ready for marriage or not, you could at least get out and sample the wares. When I was your age, I took advantage of every opportunity." And he still did, for that matter. He smiled to himself, then stood and crossed the room so that he could place a hand on Draco's shoulder. "You're only young and single once. I suggest that you make the most of it. However, I meant what I said earlier. If you don't find something serious soon, your mother and I are going to find someone for you. I'd like to see an heir before I'm too old to spend any time with him."

"Yes, Father." There was a resolute look in the boy's eyes and Lucius gave his shoulder a fond squeeze.

"Good. Now get out of here. I was having a very nice nap and I'd really like to get back to it."

Draco looked at him strangely then. "I thought I heard you talking to someone as I came in."

"I must have been talking in my sleep," Lucius lied smoothly, "it happens when one gets old, I believe. And as you can see, there's nobody else here."

The younger man continued to look suspicious for a few more seconds, then he snorted and at last gave a little smirk. "All right, Father. Enjoy yourself."

"I certainly plan to."

Once the boy was gone and Lucius had locked the door securely, Harry extricated himself from beneath the desk. "That was close."

"Mmm hmm. Rather closer than I would have liked."

Harry settled his butt against the desktop, half-sitting on it as he watched the older man. "You're really going to force Draco into an arranged marriage?"

"Only if there's no other option. I'm hoping that once your friend Granger is married, Draco will find an appropriate witch to marry. However, it doesn't hurt to give him a nudge or two in the right direction."

Harry frowned. "What does Hermione's wedding have to do with Draco?"

"Honestly. Am I the only one with an ounce of perception around here?" He looked up to the ceiling as if expecting it to answer before dropping his gaze back to Harry, "The boy has fancied her for years."

Lucius could almost see the wheels turning in the auror's head as he processed this information. After a minute or two, Harry gave a grudging nod. "I've never given it serious thought, but yeah, that makes sense. A lot of sense, in fact. Only a few weeks ago I was trying obliquely to ask her advice about my situation – you know, with us – and I used the scenario of Draco trying to seduce her as a hypothetical example. Now it seems kind of ironic."

"What was Miss Granger's reaction to that?"

"Oh, the normal horror one feels when one finds oneself pursued by a Malfoy."

After arching an eyebrow, Lucius strode over to Harry, trapping him by resting a hand to either side of his hips on the desktop. "I'll show you horror, Mister Potter."

"Is that a promise?"
"Mmm."

"Good." Harry leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss on the elder wizard's lips, a kiss that Malfoy gladly returned.

The two spent quite a while in hot and heavy snogging before Lucius broke away. "I wouldn't have thought a man just back from his honeymoon would be so lustful. I'm going to have to have a serious talk with your new bride."

"There's nothing at all wrong with my bride, except that she lacks a couple things that you possess." Harry's eyes met his, expression half-serious and half-teasing but definitely full of love. "Is it so wrong that I missed you?"

"Some people would say so."

"What about you? What would you say?"

"I would say that I'm glad," he pecked Harry's lips, "and that I missed you too."

"I can see that you kept yourself busy," the auror gestured around him at the open books.

"Just trying to stave off the crushing boredom." Unable to resist the urge to touch his lover, Lucius stroked his hand lightly along Harry's thigh and around his hip. "Did you have fun?"

"I did, actually. The weather in Greece was beautiful."

"I told you it would be."

"Yes, you did." Harry smiled. "The water was warm, the food was wonderful and we went to visit every old ruin we could find."

"And then you came home to this old ruin," Lucius teased, feeling very gratified by the dirty look Harry shot him.

"Just for that I should send you to bed for the evening without sex."

"Ah, but you forget, you already took care of my needs for the foreseeable future."

"Hmm. You have a point," Harry's brow quirked playfully as his hand went exploring, "unless I could coax some interest back into you."

"You're going to coax my bits back to life and then send me to bed without sex? That's rather cruel for an auror, isn't it?"

"We all have to make sacrifices sometimes."

Lucius laughed out loud and wrapped his arms around the young man, lifting him off the desk and pulling him over to the couch. "Then you're going to sacrifice your body to me, auror."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes!" Malfoy grinned wickedly as he dragged Harry down onto the couch with him.

oOoOo

In all actuality, it didn't take Lucius' body very long to show its renewed interest, much to Harry's appreciation and amusement. Even for a middle-aged man, two weeks could be a long time. Despite the interest, however, he was taking obvious pleasure at torturing the younger man, teasing and stroking Harry's sensitive flesh until he didn't think he could take it anymore.

When Lucius at last slid his hardness into Harry, the auror let out a contented groan. He was filled and fulfilled, possessed completely by the other man in a way that he'd been missing. Gladly he surrendered to the pleasure singing along his nerve endings, letting his body sag deeply into the warm leather of the couch beneath him.

He savored every moment, his hands sweeping up and down the other man's back, feeling the rhythmic contracting and releasing of the muscles beneath the smooth skin.

"Does it ever bother you that we have a relationship based entirely on sex?" he panted after a while.

"No," there was a certain amount of amusement in the older wizard's husky voice, "should it?"

"Um, well, I think it should."

"Does it bother you?"

Harry had no answer to the question for a bit. It was difficult to be bothered about something of that sort when one's prostate was being battered against with every steady stroke. "Ahhh, I'll get back to you."

A laugh puffed between Lucius' lips. "Take my advice, Harry. Stop trying to have moral debates when I'm making love to you."

Harry gave a breathless laugh and pulled his lover's head down for a kiss. "Okay," he murmured when the kiss ended and he was rewarded with a smile.

Lucius kissed his way along Harry's jaw-line and then whispered in his ear. "Besides, it's not based entirely on sex. Though that is the best part."

The auror hummed his agreement and then moaned as Lucius' tongue probed the sensitive spot just behind the corner of his jaw. "Shit…I'm getting close…"

"Then come for me, Harry. I won't be far behind."

Closing his eyes, Harry reached down and circled his cock with his fist. As expected, it didn't take long before he cried out his pleasure. The spasms of his orgasm were just subsiding when Lucius found his own and Harry felt him pulse deep inside and then go still.

Both of the men lay quietly for a while and Harry stroked the older man's hair. Semi-coherent thoughts returned slowly and piled up in an untidy jumble within the auror's brain. Several minutes later, after ascertaining that his lover hadn't dropped off to sleep – as often happened post-coitus – he said, "I think I know a way that you won't have to ship Draco out of the country to find him a bride."

"Oh? And what way might that be, Harry?"

"I'll find him one."

Lucius lifted his head, looking quite shocked. "You?"

"I don't see why not. After all, I have a wife and a mistress. Well, a…" he frowned slightly, "what exactly do you call the male version of a mistress?"

"Master," Lucius purred with a suggestive smile.

"Not hardly," Harry swatted at the older wizard's butt. "Anyway, my point is that I have you and Ginny. I would think that makes me qualified to find a wife for Draco."

"You forget that I seduced you, Potter. Besides, why would you care if Draco gets married or not?"

"Let's say I'm feeling magnanimous." When it became clear that Lucius wasn't going to accept that explanation alone, Harry admitted the other reason. "That and if it keeps Draco from storming down the aisle at Ron and Hermione's wedding, screaming that he protests to the union because he's in love with the bride, it will be worth it."

"Ah, now I begin to see the basis of your evil plot."

Harry ignored him and instead mused aloud, "So let's see…what girls do I hate enough to want to see them with your son?"

"Harry!" the word was a reproachful rumble from low in Lucius' chest.

"I'm joking," Harry gave a little grin at his lover's expression, "mostly. There's no way I would hook him up with one of my good friends. No offense, but your son is an ass."

Lucius was still giving him a certain look but when he spoke there was dry amusement in his tone. "I don't suppose the sort of people you would have for friends would be proper matches for my son anyway."

"There you go," Harry smiled brightly, "I knew you'd find a way to turn a perceived, yet unintended, insult into a real one."

"Leave off, Potter, you're not insulted."

"Well, maybe just a little." There was a very short pause. "Okay, you're right. It's not an insult at all that my friends don't merit inclusion into your merry little circle of bigotry."

"It's not bigotry to want the best for one's family."

"It is in your case."

"Harry."

"Lucius."

The auror met the former death eater glare for glare until Lucius caved. "Fine. Whatever. You have your opinions, I have mine and neither one of us is going to change the other's mind."

"Did Lucius Malfoy just let me win an argument?" Harry feigned surprise very well, if he did say so himself.

"Don't get used to it, Potter," the elder wizard's lip curled slightly.

"I don't think I could. This is the first time it's ever happened and I think I'm slipping into shock. Quick! Call a mediwitch!"

Lucius poked him in the side, rather harder than was necessary in Harry's opinion. "Now who's being overdramatic?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the auror said, affecting an air of innocence.

"I think you missed your true calling, Potter."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, but I hear the troupe at the Orpheum is holding open auditions soon."

"All the world's a stage!"

Snorting, Malfoy shook his head. "By Merlin, I'm glad you're home."