The Return of Lucius Malfoy
Harry frowned at the bustle of people preventing him from reaching the safety that comes with the doors of Gringotts.
"I knew we should have worn a glamour," he muttered.
Draco put on his Malfoy mask and stuck his nose in the air.
"If we may," he drawled importantly, "Mister Potter and I have important business to attend to. He will set interviews by owl at a later date."
Most of the media dispersed, leaving only the photographers, which weren't as much in the way as simply annoying.
"How do you do that?"
Draco rose an eyebrow.
"What ever do you mean my Harry? I only postponed the chaos."
Harry shook his head in disbelief, putting an arm around his partner's waist to guide him into the awaiting building.
The Slytherin turned his head into Harry's shoulder.
"Are you sure you want to do that? In public?"
Harry looked at him with a befuddled expression.
"Ashamed of me now are you?"
Draco shook his head enthusiastically.
"No! No of- you were joking weren't you? Harry, I only meant that-"
"By doing this out here I'm telling everyone out there that you are mine? I'm perfectly aware of what I'm doing. I'm also aware that no one will challenge me, and if they do no one will side with them. In most people's eyes, I am the savior of the wizarding world. I am the one who brought peace. The hero. I'm respected. Even adored. I don't enjoy the attention, but I much rather have the good than the bad."
Draco nodded.
"That's almost Slytherin of you," he commented.
Harry smirked as he slid his key across the table.
"The hat did want me to be snake you know," he said before turning to the goblin at the desk, "I have a meeting with Sir Griphook and Sir Binthuk."
The creature did what could be taken as a smile.
"It is recommended that you leave others outside of such private meetings."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Is it required?"
"No sir."
"Then he will be joining me."
The goblin nodded, stepping from his stool to lead them into a side room where two others sat.
"Lift your right hand and state your full name," Griphook ordered.
He did so without complaint.
"Harold James Potter."
Draco looked at him oddly.
"Harold?"
Harry nodded.
"That's a secret. Only you, me, and the deceased know."
Binthuk stood.
"Blood test please."
Harry held his hand out palm up, not even wincing as they sliced open his palm and dripped the blood onto a piece of paper.
Before he could heal himself, Draco had his hand. He traced the line with his finger, healing it quickly and placing a kiss to the now invisible wound.
"Thanks Dray."
Draco gave a stiff nod, not letting go of the hand.
"We have two contracts for you to fill out and sign, as well as the list you requested."
"Of course sir."
Griphook studied him for a moment then slid over the forms.
"You are an odd wizard Mister Potter," he observed.
Before lifting his hand from Draco's grip to fill them out he replied, "I know what is expected Sir Griphook, but I also know what I expect. My respect of you has been earned."
"Very well Mister Potter. I also have a bill for you."
The glitter in Binthuk's eyes was certainly amusement.
Harry looked down at the large number printed at the top.
"For the damage done and the dragon I suppose?"
Draco was wide eyed.
"Dragon?"
Binthuk nodded surely.
"Didn't think you were above the law did you Mister Potter?"
He signed the bill with a flourish.
"No actually, I expected it to be more."
Griphook gave his client a fond look.
"Well, considering the age of the dragon, along with the fact that under the Black name you had rights to that cup, not to mention the Potter family owns half the land in Diagon Alley including that of which is under this establishment, quite a bit of the cost was taken. You were only billed for the repairs."
Harry looked down the list.
"I own half the land in Diagon Alley?"
"So it seems. A bit more than half actually. Three quarters. Who will be your heir?"
Harry only had to think for a minute.
"Teddy Lupin will be my heir," he decided.
"Are you certain? This cannot be done unless you disown him."
Harry nodded seriously.
"He is my godson, and will be treated as such. Now I wanted to ask about the changes marriage would bring to my account?"
Draco coughed behind him and he turned, looking at his mate in confusion. He smirked, taking Draco's hand in his own once again.
The goblin didn't skip a beat however, apparently used to the question.
"They will have access only if you make it so, or if you are incapable."
"Incapable."
Draco answered for him.
"If you're heavily injured or really sick."
"Correct Mister Malfoy, or in Azkaban. The same rights are given to your heir. If you were to die, everything would be given to your heir except a monthly allowance for your spouse."
Harry nodded, considering that Draco would die soon after his death because of his veela genetics.
"You now have access to all of the Black vaults, including those that previously belonged to Lord Sirius Black, Lady Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Andromeda Tonks nee Black, and Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. Along with this you have the Potter vault, Evans vault, and Gryffindor vault by blood. By power you own the rights to the Slytherin and Riddle vault."
Harry looked up surprised.
"By power?"
"Yes," Binthuk confirmed, "By rights of a wizards duel, if a wizard had no heir, his vaults go to the winner of the duel."
Harry shuddered.
"I'll postpone visiting that one for a while yeah?"
Draco agreed, looking slightly paler than before.
"Unless you have any more questions, we are done here."
Harry took his list and placed it in the pouch around his neck.
"Have a good day Sir Griphook, and you as well Sir Binthuk."
"Good day Lord Potter."
Harry opened the door before turning.
"We still on for poker on Saturday Griph?"
The goblin nodded, "That we are Harry. See you then. What's to drink?"
"I was thinking skotch, but that may change if I find a good wine in one of these vaults."
"Check Evans. If I remember correctly, she had a thing for everything italian. You may find a beauty in there. Or at one of the manors."
Harry nodded, pulled Draco out the door with him.
"Will do. See ya."
Draco stared at him.
"You're playing poker with a goblin? Are you insane?"
Harry shook his head.
"He's teaching me how to play actually, and I'm helping him with chess. Apparently chess is a human thing, and he wants to learn."
Draco whistled lowly.
"You amaze me Mister Potter."
Harry dragged him down to the railing, hopping in an unoccupied cart and smiling as it took off.
"No goblin?"
Harry shook his head, "Nope. Griph said there had been some updates. Now only children require an escort."
"Which one are we going to?"
Harry stepped out, extending a hand to assist Draco.
"The Black vault. Sirius's. Your mother's and Andy's are going back to them. I'm waiting though. Right now your mother has access to everything in the Malfoy name. If your father takes that from her, she will receive what is rightly hers. There's something in this one I want."
He walked through the door, appearing on the other side.
"How did I go through?" Draco asked, "I'm not family."
"I held your hand."
"Ah."
"Here we are!"
Harry scurried over to the glass case against the far wall, focusing on a set of platinum bracelets. He took two from the case, slipping one on his wrist before turning to his partner.
"Will you wear it?"
Draco looked at it wonderingly.
"What is it?"
"A bracelet."
"Harry-"
"It tells me if you're safe or not. The bracelets are connected. Siri told me about them, we were going to get them from here when his name was cleared. It heats up when one of us is in danger and will let me know the location to apparate to."
"Of course I'll wear it."
Harry took a thin wrist into his grasp, clipping the trinket securely to his wrist.
"Good. Now it's nearly noon and we have to meet your parents at one-thirty."
Draco bit his lip.
"Can't we just skip it?"
Harry frowned, pulling Draco along.
"I suppose you could, but your mother would be unhappy."
"Can we step in for a spot of tea first?"
Harry pulled him into the leaky cauldron.
"Private room for Potter," he announced.
"Right this way Mister Potter," a hunchbacked Tom shouted.
"Private room Harry?"
Harry smirked, stepping into dining room.
"Something small Tom, and not any sort of soup."
"Harry-"
"Yes?"
"How did you-"
"We should eat light Draco. I'm sure your mother will want to have high tea together."
Draco gave a dumbfounded nod.
Harry surprised him by moving so that they were only centimeters apart and taking his lips.
Draco moaned slightly when Harry's tongue met his own, gripping his shoulders as he was lifted to sit on the table. The clink of porcelein plates and silver forks separated them. Harry stepped away just far enough to look at Tom in the doorway.
"That's just perfect Tom. Thank you."
"N-No problem sir."
Harry gave Draco one more lingering kiss before pulling away completely.
"He brought us chicken and bread. That sound fine to you?"
Draco shook himself.
"Uh-Yea. Yea sure, sounds swell."
Harry gave him an amused look.
"Lose your tongue Draco?"
"Might have, care if I look for it? I think it's in your mouth."
Draco's eyes widened at his own daring, thinking for a second that his remark was unwarranted. That was until Harry attacked his mouth with a hungry growl, plundering the wet cavern til he was out of breath."
"Found it."
Harry smiled, pulling Draco onto his lap.
"My little minx."
Draco scowled.
"M'not little."
Harry sucked lightly on the spot behind his ear.
"No, defiantly not. I think your size," he grazed his fingers over Draco's groin, "is reasonably large actually."
Draco caught his hand.
"Harry! We're in a restaurant!"
"Not as large as I am of course, but still... Ow!"
Harry rubbed his chest where Draco's sharp elbow had just came in.
"Okay okay... sorry. I won't make anymore comments about your... manhood. At least not while we're in the Leaky Cauldron."
"Good."
"No matter how much I enjoy discussing it."
"Harry-"
"Sorry. Sorry. Should we be headed out?"
Draco pecked Harry on the cheek.
"You're incorrigible."
"You love me."
"I do."
"I love you as well."
"That's fortunate."
"Drayyy."
"Okay. Let's go."
He didn't remove himself from Harry's lap however.
Harry lifted Draco up, expecting the squeal that usually accompanies this motion. When it did not come, he looked worriedly down on Draco's nervous face.
"I'll be there the whole time Dragon."
"I'm not ready. I don't want to see him. Please Harry, don't make me."
Harry sat heavily down on his chair, rocking from side to side.
"I would tell you to skip it Dray, but then they will request you to come alone, and I simply cannot let you go to your father without me. I wish I could keep you from him forever, but I cannot."
Draco played with the buttons on his shirt.
"Okay. Let's go."
He stood this time, though Harry's arm did not leave his waist til they reached the floo.
"I'll go through first," Harry volunteered.
Draco shook his head.
"I will. It's my house after all."
Narcissa looked up from her magazine just as they stepped from the floo.
"Hello Harry, Draco. Lucius is upstairs getting ready."
"I am not Narcissa," came a pompous sneer from the staircase.
Though he was a bit thinner, and his hair more grey, Lucius Malfoy was every bit as threatening as he was before he was sent off to Azkaban.
"Good to see you Mister Potter. I was kindly informed by my wife that you were joining us just a few minutes ago. You are doing well I presume?"
Harry rose an eyebrow.
"Quite. Though it's Lord Potter now, to all but my friends and superiors."
His tone made it clear that he didn't think of Lucius as either.
"Yes," he gave a thin lipped smile, "My apologies Lord Potter. May I ask why you are joining us? I didn't realize you and my son had gotten so close."
He looked disdainfully at the offending appendage that was placed loosely on his son's waist.
Draco coughed, "Things have changed since you've been away father."
"That," he spat, "is obvious. How did this come about?"
Harry tightened his hold in reassurance before lying to the obviously clueless Malfoy.
"Severus needed a bit of help after getting out of the hospital wing. We bonded over our time there."
Lucius nodded, buying it.
Dinner was an awkward affair. Harry kept a calming hand on Draco's thigh for the duration of the evening. Stiff farewells were given before Harry stepped through the floo.
As he disappeared Draco made to follow, stopped by the command of his father's voice.
"Draco. Come. I have something I wish to show you."
He put on his best mask before turning back to him and following him to his office. He watched nervously as silencing and locking charms were cast on the area.
"Has he had you yet?"
Draco swallowed his nervousness.
"No. We're not-"
"He doesn't want you," he snarled, "That's what you meant right?"
"Of course he does! He does, we just-"
"He. Doesn't. Want. You." Lucius approached him with every word, "And he never will. Did you actually believe he would? The great Harry Potter? I saw the way he was watching you. Your his little prize Draco. His toy. I bet he isn't even gay. He want to show you off like a trophy then throw you away. He doesn't want you."
Draco closed his eyes against his father's words.
"Harry wants me. Harry loves me. You're wrong!"
The slap was hard against his cheek, bringing hot tears to his eyes. He reached for his wand only to find it wasn't there. He eyes widened in alarm.
"Liar! You don't get love you insolent fool! Traitors like you aren't forgiven simply for being pretty. You disgust me. I bet you beg for him don't you? Like the little slut that you are."
Harry stood by the floo for a minute, getting more fearful as every second passed. A sharp heat in his wrist made up his mind for him and he went back through.
"Where is Draco?"
Narcissa looked surprised.
"Don't you worry. Lucius just went to speak with him in his office. He'll be out soon."
Harry rushed to the door, trying to figure out how to dismantle the wards.
"And you are aren't you?" Lucius' voice filtered through, "A little whore. You want my cock you slut? Think a little tart like you can take it?"
Harry pushed his magic frantically into the wards, pushing them apart.
Draco was pressed against the wall, his pants around his knees as his father's hand reached for him. Frozen by both fear and magic.
"Please," he begged, "don't. Please. Leave me alone."
Lucius grasped him harshly, pulling him around and throwing him on his desk.
"Keep begging you whore. I'm going to tear you apart. Harry won't even let you grace his arm when he realizes you've been used. Used by me. Will he still love you then? When you're broken?"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Lucius was thrown against the wall by the force of Harry's magic so hard he was knocked out. Draco pushed against his bindings.
"Oh baby, what has he done to you?" Harry waved his hand, undoing the lock on Draco before gathering him up into his lap.
"That sick bastards going to Azkaban for a very long time. That is, if I don't kill him."
Draco stayed silent, staring at the limp form of his father against the wall.
Harry noticed his inattention and picked him up, pulling up his trousers as well. He sent a patronus to Kingsley before leading Draco back to the sitting room.
"Cissa!"
She came from the kitchen looked pale and shaken.
"What happened?" She cried at the quickly forming bruise on her son's face along with the blood coming from his lip, "What did happened to my baby?"
"I'm sending your husband to Azkaban, and he won't be coming back," Harry said as he healed the broken skin.
"Draco? Are you alright love?"
Silver eyes looked up at him with no emotion within their depths.
Empty.
"He's blocking it out. I need to get him out of here. Kingsley!"
The dark man stepped from the floo, followed by three other aurors.
"I got your call Harry, what has happened?"
"Lucius needs to be put back King, for attempted rape and child abuse."
Kingley's mouth dropped open.
"Attempted-" he took in Draco's ratchet appearance and drawn expression, "I see. Do you have any evidence that can be used in court?"
Harry held his wand to his head, pulling the memory from his mind.
"This should be enough. And King?"
"Yea?"
"I want this kept as quiet as possible yea? I'm sure Draco would prefer if the world didn't know what happened."
"What can I say Harry?"
"Say that I realized I had been too forgiving, and after getting some information from Draco, found him to be guilty of more crimes."
He sighed.
"I'll get it done Harry. You're lucky I like you, or I wouldn't go through all this trouble."
"Thanks."
"Get him somewhere Harry. Take him away from here."
"I'll call soon, when he's more- talkative."
"Will do."
Harry led Draco to the floo, pulling him close enough to floo the both of them.
"Dray?"
"It's okay."
Harry led him to the bath, pulling away his clothes and throwing them to the floor.
"What?"
Draco breathed deep, following Harry's movements.
"That you don't want me. It's okay. I forgive you. I don't know if I'd want me either."
Harry paused, moving his head down so that he was looking into Draco's eyes.
"Of course I still want you Dragon."
Draco shook his head, stepping out of the boxers that Harry had just pulled down.
"You don't need to stay. I know you're disgusted. This isn't the first time he's- touched me. He's never gotten so far before but," he shrugged, "still. I've been tainted by my own father."
Harry hugged Draco's naked body to his fully clothed one, mindful of the miniscule flinch Draco made.
"You are not tainted, and I'm not going anywhere. I love you Draco Malfoy. Your poor excuse for a father will not take that from us."
Draco was set in the steaming bath.
"It's okay Harry. No need to spare my feelings."
Harry leaned down.
"May I touch you Drake?"
Draco nodded his assent.
"Don't see why you would. Why would you want to?"
Harry stripped himself before slipping in behind Draco and pulling the young man to his chest.
"Because I love you."
Draco shook his head, bring his knees forth to curl into a fetal position.
Harry picked up the ball of Draco and deposited him onto his lap, wrapping him up in the safety of his limbs.
"You're still beautiful."
Draco let loose a broken sob into Harry's chest, losing his mask.
"Let it out baby. Let it out. I'm right here. I'll always be here."
He continued murmering nonsense to Draco, who was crying openly now.
"You- You still want me? Even after- after he-"
Harry rubbed his back.
"I want you Draco. I love you. I don't think I'll ever stop wanting you baby."
Draco adjusted in his lap to get more comfortable. He winded up straddling Harry's waist and resting his head on Harry's shoulder.
"My dragon. How beautiful you are," Harry whispered.
"When will we bond Harry?"
Harry squeezed Draco close.
"Whenever your ready. I want to make it special. When you're ready, I'll accept you, and I'll take you to my beachouse. We have 24 hours after acceptance right?"
Draco nodded.
"I'm going to make it as painless and as pleasurable for you as possible Dray."
He nuzzled Harry's neck.
"I can hardly wait Harry," he whispered, "for the day you make love to me."
Harry smiled.
"I await that day with a bated breath."
Draco rocked slightly, causing them to brush together and create a delicious friction.
"Move with me Harry."
"Are you sure this is a good idea Dray? You just went through a very traumatic experience."
"Do you want me Harry?"
"Of course."
"Prove it."
Harry rocked them both, making the water swish back and forth in the tub.
Draco arched back as he neared completion, moaning as it took him.
"Beautiful," Harry whispered.
Draco sighed.
Harry unfolded them, taking Draco in his arms to the bed.
He laid back, pulling Draco up to use him as a body pillow.
"I love you my Dragon. I'll never let him hurt you again."
Draco curled up to him, letting sleep overtake him.
"I believe you."