Family First Chapter 6: December 21

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Warning: This chapter contains spanking of pre-teen boys.

AN: There are a few mentions of the Malfoy and Potter recent history, and in particular James and Lucius's history. The timeline is messed up. I wrote it this way intentionally. It's nothing major. First of all I wrote them with five, instead of six years between them. Second of all, James started school in the 71-72 school year in cannon. In this fic, James (along with everyone else) started school in the 70-71 school year (as that's the official starting date of the First Wizarding War).

Beta'ed by Jasper's Mom

It turned out that dearest Professor Severus Snape was Draco's godfather. Figures. The man was clearly close with the Malfoy's, and by the end of dinner Harry had figured out that Severus Snape was going to be a big figure in his life. There was only one word that he could use to appropriately respond to that: eww. It did make Harry wonder though, did he have a godfather? Who were his parent's friends? Beyond the basics, he didn't know, he didn't really know anything about his family.

Dinner was as terrible as Harry had thought it would be. The Slytherins made snide little comments to Harry under their breath. Snape was conveniently engaged in a conversation with Lucius, and Narcissa. Harry was willing to bet his weight in gold that Snape wouldn't have ignored him making those same comments. He scarfed down his food with as much manners as he could muster. Then he ask to be excused from the table, before the others had even gotten to dessert.

Since then, he had done his best to avoid everyone in the house. He had scarfed down his breakfast, returning to his room as soon as he had finished, and staying there. Harry spent a massive amount of time pouring over the ancestry books that Lucius had left in his room almost three weeks ago. Most of the books focused on the Potter family, and all of them were written before he was born. Harry had looked for books similar to these, about the Potters before, but Hermione had told him that almost all the books that Flourish and Blotts keep on hand about the Potters were written in the craze after Harry had vanquished the Dark Lord. Most of them focused on Harry himself, and even fewer held any accuracy at all. When Lucius had brought the books to his room, the blond man had told him that these specific books went back centuries, when the Potter family had first emerged as a pure blood family. The newest ones in the small collection were written a few years before the rise of Voldemort. Lucius had also told him that anything written after that about any families was mostly speculation, and not worth reading.

Harry hadn't read any of the books until today, but to his surprise he found himself enjoying reading them. One told the story of how the Potter family had emerged from the Gryffindor, and the Peverell family. Another talked about the accomplishments of the Potter family. Another talked about Potter family magic, and another talked about the family tree, and relations with other wizarding families.

Harry was disappointed to find little about his parents, and nothing about their friends. He did find some interesting bits about his grandparents though. His grandmother had been a daughter of the Noble and Ancient House of Black before she married a Potter. She was a healer for several years, until she had her son, James. His grandfather was a very important politician within the ministry of magic. Harry didn't understand exactly what he did, but the book said he passed several important laws, and was extraordinarily popular with the public. The book also made note of his apprentice, and protégée, Lucius Malfoy.

Harry was almost dying to quiz Lucius about the older Potter. Not to mention he was getting very bored stuffed in a room. So, without further ado, and without considering the consequences, he left the room. He found Lucius in his office, sitting at the desk, focusing intensely on the parchment in his hands. Harry was quickly kicked out of the study. Apparently the older man was in the middle of an important contract, and told Harry that they would talk later.

Harry had absolutely no desire to go back to his self-imposed exile in his room. So without much thought, he decided to go swimming. He jogged along Portrait Hall, ignoring the shouts, of "Slow Down!" Up the stairs, opting for the speed of jogging, as opposed to taking two at a time; he sat a pace that was clearly that of a child who had been ask to sit still too long. He took a sharp right turn on the fourth floor, followed almost immediately by another right turn. He flung open the closet door, grabbed the first swimsuit he could find, and began pulling off his shirt almost immediately. He was rushing down the stairs within minutes. Instead of going out the front entrance, and taking the long way around the side of the building to the pool, he opted for the shorter route. He opened one of the massive windows in the formal sitting room, crawled out, and almost immediately found himself at the pool's edge.

Before diving in, he did something rather remarkable for a boy of his age. He thought about what Narcissa had said, when he had first gone swimming with her, and followed her instructions. He walked into the small building where the pool supplies were kept, and pulled out a clean towel, ensuring he wouldn't track water into the small building when he went looking for a towel. He sat the towel on a table, just outside of the building, took off at a run, and made a huge splash when he hit the water. Harry had been in the pool about half an hour when the blond showed up.

The boy walked right up to the edge of the pool and demanded that Harry got out.

"Why do I have the feeling that we've already had this conversation? Do you do this often?" Harry was feeling a bit more forward with only one Slytherin to deal with, instead of the expected three.

"My friends are going to be here momentarily. They are expecting to go swimming, and they will be going swimming."

"Oh bugger off. Go flying, or horseback riding, or something. I'm already here, and I'm not leaving."

"Well I refuse to swim in the same water as you. Wouldn't want to catch whatever strange diseases you have."

"You're the one with the disease Malfoy."

"As if! The blood that runs through my veins is as pure as any. It hasn't been contaminated with mud for over 25 generations."

"Mud?"

"Filthy muggle blood"

"You know, inbreeding creates all sorts of nasty mental problems. I guess I finally figured out what is wrong with you."

"At least my mother wasn't some filthy stupid practically muggle chav looking for a name, and a title."

Harry didn't even realize what was happening until they were on the concrete around the pool, fist and feet flying. The same ratty old slipper that Harry had first seen in the ballroom yesterday popped into existence. Before it could start swatting the blond, it was banished. Severus Snape, dressed in thick, warm green robes had grabbed Draco, one hand on his waist, and the other on his arm, and was pulling back. Harry lunged, and was caught in the rather tight grip of Lucius Malfoy. Harry pushed back against Lucius, trying to force the man to let him go. Lucius did, at least partially. But Harry hadn't been expecting what happened next.

Lucius grabbed Harry's left arm with his left hand, causing the boy to turn slightly. When he did, Lucius right hand came down on his upper thigh, hard. Harry stood, looking at the man with wide, shocked eyes. Harry had seen Draco get swatted by the man, and had received several promises of the same if he misbehaved. But this was the first time Lucius had actually swatted him.

The man met his eyes for a moment, before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You are in very big trouble already; if you continue you will find yourself in more trouble than even you can handle Harry James." He leaned up, and looked the boy directly in the eyes before asking in a level voice "Do you understand me Young Man?"

"Yes" Harry spat the word.

Lucius gave him another quick swat, right on top of the first one "Yes what?"

"Yes Sir." Harry chose to sneer the word this time.

Lucius layered down another swat "Try making it sound respectful."

"Yes sir."

"Excellent."

Draco smirked, and let out a laugh. To Harry's shock, Severus Snape swatted the blond boy's thigh three times.

"I suggest, Draco Lucius, that you find a new attitude very quickly."

"Yes Sir" Draco responded without prompting.

"Dobby!" Lucius called out, seemingly into thin air.

A second later the elf responded eagerly, awaiting his task.

"Inform Miss Greengrass and Mr. Zambini that the boys will not be joining them swimming."

Dobby was popped away quickly, intent on his task.

The two boys were escorted inside, and ushered into Lucius office.

"Put your noses in a corner, while Severus and I finish our conversation."

Severus cast Muffliato, and the two men finished their conversation on the young Mr. Potter, moved on to Dumbledore, and again moved on to the latest political controversy. Eventually Severus left the room, allowing Lucius to take care of both boys' on his own.

He stared at the backs of both boys silently.

"Turn around." Harry spun on his heels, doing a complete 180 to face the older man. Draco shuffled around much more slowly, scuffing his shoes, and kicking the wall a bit.

"Ah!" Lucius chided in nearly a whisper. "Harry, I did not ask you to leave that corner, merely to turn around. Now, you both have a choice, you can either tell me who initiated the physical contact, or I can send away your guests, and you can stay in your respective rooms until both of you come to me and tell me who initiated the physical contact.

"I did" Lucius appreciated the upfront admission, but the words practically dripped with attitude covered in a layer of challenge. He sent a quick stinging hex, aimed at the side of the boy's thigh. Harry glared. "Face the wall Harry, you and I are going to have a very long conversation as soon as I'm finished with Draco."

With that he switched his wand sharply casting a silencing ward between the corner Harry was in, and the rest of the room.

"Come here." Draco walked forward with shuffling steps, his eyes slightly downcast, but chin tipped upwards, mouth set. Lucius noted with a grim little smile that the boy was careful to stay just out of reach. Cautious little Snake, if only he would use that sense of self-preservation before he got in trouble. When it came to Harry Potter his little Dragon couldn't seem to stay out of trouble.

They had their differences; anyone who had ever even heard of either of the boys could tell you that. And while some would argue that the rivalry between Draco and Harry stemmed from the differences, Lucius would beg to differ. The differences in the boys only played a small role. The problem with them was their similarities. They were both stubborn, and hard-headed, to the point of ridiculousness. Both boys had a strong sense of pride, and were furiously competitive. And therein laid the problem: neither boy would admit that they were the one that was wrong, or the one that had started this whole feud.

He needed to stop this little rivalry now, while the boys were still malleable, before they became adults and it became something more, something akin to a blood feud. Contrary to popular belief, the Malfoy and Potter families had been long time allies, and friends, despite their often radically different political beliefs. The war had weakend the kinship he and James had as children. But Lucius did not intend for the lack of relationship to be passed on to the next generation. By the time they left for Hogwarts Harry and Draco would be at the very least civil towards one another.

"Tell me what happened." Lucius eventually demanded.

"Daphne, Blaise and I were going to go swimming, but Potter was already in the pool." He stopped talking. Lucius hoped his son realized that was not an acceptable explanation.

"I assure you; more than three people can fit in the pool at once."

"But I didn't want to go swimming with Potter."

"Why not?" Draco shrugged his shoulders, and pushed his lip into a full-blown pout. Lucius let out a quiet sigh.

"Did you politely request he leave, and then explain why you wanted him to do so? Or did you demand he get out, throwing all sorts of insults about?"

"The second one."

"You realize that had you not insulted him, this whole situation could have been avoided. What did you say to him?" Lucius listened with growing dread and disappointment as his son explained the conversation that had taken place. When he was finally finished Lucius found himself in a very sticky situation.

"You know my views on muggles, and as an extension muggle borns. I have my reasons for these views, and perhaps one day I will explain them to you. Of course I do not hate all muggle borns.

I know you must at least appear to agree with the views at school, or risk being ostracized within Slytherin. We are each entitled to our own opinion; however you will not rub it in the face of others. But what I am more interested in is why you view muggles as inferior? Not what you heard someone sprout off, but what you have observed." Draco remained silent. "Just as I thought. Before you make a decision about your views, I urge you to observe, and do your own research on both sides of the topic. You should have your own position, one that you can back up with your own knowledge, no matter what your position may be.

I take personal offence at the insults that you threw at Lily Potter. She was a brilliant witch, she excelled at every subject at school, a charms prodigy. She was informed, educated, and always had her own opinions about everything, opinions that she could defend against the best of them. She was a very vibrant, honest person, and several boys at Hogwarts chased her, including James Potter. She had no desire for the money, fame, or title that came with him. In fact she was uncomfortable with it, requesting they lived in one of the more modest properties, instead of Potter Manor. But if nothing else, you should always respect the sacrifice she made that night, her life freely given of her own accord. For the magic that saved Harry that night to work Lily had to truly want to die, so her son could live. Her son's life had to be her heart's desire."

Draco was looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Do you understand what you did wrong Draco Lucius?"

"Yes Papa."

~*~*~*~*~*~CP Warning~*~*~*~*~*

"Alright let's get this over with." Lucius gently grabbed his son's left arm, and guided him over. He bared his son's bottom with the flick of his wand, and quickly started.

The first SWAT rang out loudly, and made Draco jump a bit. Two more swats quickly followed, landing on top of the first. Lucius methodically moved down the left cheek. Three swats to each spot before moving on. Draco was jumping a bit, squirming around, and yipping loudly with each swat. He spanked about half way down the left thigh, before moving to the right cheek, starting at the top, and spanking down the thigh again. By the time he finished, Draco had tears running down his cheeks, and his yips had turned into 'oww', 'no', and 'please'. Twelve with the brush, and then we will be finished. Draco sniffed, burying his face into the pant leg he was clinging on. Three apiece to each sit spot, and thigh, and Draco was a sobbing mess.

~*~*~*~*~*~CP Fin.~*~*~*~*~*

Lucius gathered his son in his lap, careful to make sure that his bottom touched nothing. Lucius whispered words of comfort in his ear, not bothering to string them into a coherent sentence. He was fairly sure that Draco wasn't paying too much attention to the words anyway. He cradled the boy to his chest, Draco shoving his face against his father's firm chest. Lucius carded his fingers through his son's short blond hair, massaging his neck, shoulders, and upper arms lightly, dipping down to rub his back, before eventually returning to his hair. All the while telling the boy how much he was loved, and how he was forgiven as always.

Lucius laid Draco on the daybed in the formal sitting room when he eventually fell asleep. He covered him with a heavy, winter quilt, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and returned to his study to deal with the other miscreant.

Taking his seat, he canceled the silencing spell.

"To me Harry." The boy practically marched up to him, falling just short of stomping his feet. He came to an abrupt stop about a foot and a half away, well within reaching distance. "Why, why start that fight?"

"Malfoy was insulting me a-"

"Why didn't you come find an adult?"

"Like you would do anything."

"Excuse me?"

"What?" The boy was going to need a new attitude, very, very soon

"My wife and I have tried our best to include you into the family. We feel that we have been perfectly fair, treating you each the same. Do you disagree?"

"No" And that was going to be the end of the boy's little attitude problem.

"You were asking me about your family earlier?"

"Yes, what about them." The undeniable curiosity in Harry's voice made him wince slightly. The boy should know where he came from, he should know about his family.

"Your grandfather would have had a fit if he heard you speaking so disrespectfully to an adult."

"I was reading a book that said you apprenticed under him."

"I did. I grew up around the Potters. Your grandfather and my father were in the same year at Hogwarts. For as long as I can remember growing up, they played chess every Thursday from 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm. Our mothers often did various different things together. In fact they both worked in the same ward of St. Mungo's for a while. Your father and I grew up together, although he was five years younger. We were… almost like brothers when we were younger. I started as an apprentice to your grandfather the summer of my fourth year. By that time your father had shown his lack of interest in politics. It was customary to groom your replacement. The First Wizarding War started when he was a first year, and I was a 6th year. Our relationship was never the same.

But the point of me bringing him up was that he wouldn't have tolerated your attitude, nor your actions today. The man was a big fan of the saying 'use your words'. And while I will be the first to admit your father and I grew apart, I don't believe that he would have tolerated the attitude from you either. It will stop, or there are going to be some unpleasant consequences. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. You understand that, when Draco started insulting you, if you had come and gotten an adult that this situation wouldn't be taking place?"

"Yes Sir."

"Alright, let's get this over with."

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With that Lucius grabbed the dark-haired child's arm and gently tugged him over. When Harry's weight was being fully supported by Lucius the boy began to squirm around a bit. Correctly assuming that it was Harry's first spanking, he allowed it for a moment, before readjusting the boy, so he was settled more firmly.

"You understand that once this is over you will be forgiven?"

"Yes Sir."

"And you know that this punishment will be different from what happened at the Dursleys?"

"Yes Sir."

"Alright."

Repeating the process he had taken with Draco, he disrobed the boy's backside quickly. He pressed his hand into the small of Harry's back, applying a gentle pressure. The other hand wasn't so gentle. He landed firm, even paced smacks, using the same force he had with Draco. Three swats per spot, before moving on to new skin.

Where Draco jumped slightly with each smack, Harry froze, almost to the point of not breathing, tensing slightly with each new smack that fell. Where Draco let out high-pitched yips, Harry grunted, trying to hold in the sound. He paused for a moment.

"You know you can cry child, it's even expected. I know it hurts. Don't hold it in."

Although Harry still remained somewhat stoic, he opened up, allowing himself to make noises, and jump around a bit. In any event after a dozen with the hairbrush, the boy was sobbing just as loudly as Draco had.

~*~*~*~*~*~CP Fin.~*~*~*~*~*

Lucius repeated the well-rehearsed actions, allowing the boy's bottom to hang in the air, while carding through his hair, rubbing his back, and gently whispering comforting words in his ear. It took almost 15 minutes for the little lion to fall asleep. He laid the boy on the sofa in his study, again covering him with a thick quilt, and applying a kiss on his forehead before he realized what he was doing. Harry stirred a bit, and Lucius quickly whispered into his ear while carding his hand threw the dark hair once more.

"Go to sleep."

Going back to his desk, he practically fell into his desk chair, slouching. He quickly glanced over at the boy. It wasn't just any boy anymore, it was his boy.

AN: I want to give a huge thanks to all my reviewers! This story is approaching 100 reviews, and I haven't received a single flame! Because of the content in the story (spanking) I was expecting at least a few (which is somewhat sad, considering that it is expected to receive personal attacks for writing about certain topics in a fictional story). Anyways… I want to give an even bigger thanks to my lovely, wonderful friend Vermlog630 (Logo), who is much better at updating then I am, and requested the new chapter.