A.N. Hey. I know I haven't updated this in…over a year. I know. I really, really stink about updating. But I hope that you'll all forgive me, and enjoy this update. I will definitely update within the year, also, so please forgive me!

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Chapter 4

Harry stopped at a florist's before finishing the drive to Malfoy Manor the morning after the party. He put a charm on the bouquet of white lilies and baby's breath to protect the flowers from harm while on the motorcycle that Sirius had given to him when Remus became pregnant.

The Malfoy Manor was huge, and it was beautiful. Harry drove up the drive for what must have been five minutes before he caught sight of the Manor House itself. The building was larger than any mansion that Harry had ever seen, and made of a white stone. It was regal, and it was housing the only topic that he had been capable of thinking about for more than five minutes inside of it.

He stopped his bike, unsure of where to leave it, and settling on just pulling it over toward the edge of the circle that wrapped around an island of land before the mansion. Harry gathered his nerves and his wits. He had faced countless evils and dangers in his eighteen years, but never before had he been so nervous. He moved toward the heavy oak doors and lifted the brass knocker. He brought the metal down firmly but politely on its metal catch, and took a deep breath.

The door opened to reveal Lucius Malfoy, far more petite, pretty and feminine then Harry remembered him from his childhood. This was the Lucius that he had encountered the previous night, flanked by the Amazonian Narcissa, looking every bit the descendent of a god and nymph, though Harry rather felt that the mythical Amazon women would not have been so keen on her keeping a houseful of well loved males.

"Harry!" Lucius exclaimed brightly, a broad smile coming onto his face. "Come in. We've been waiting for you all day! Neville just left with Draco. Severus is in his room, he'll be down soon, though."

"Lucius, you're going to scare him off with this exuberance!" Narcissa admonished, and Lucius looked properly chastised, but she quickly brought back his happy countenance with a stroke to the cheek before she redirected her attention to Harry. "How are you, Harry?"

"I'm quite well, thank you. And you?" Harry asked, finding himself oddly at ease with the two people.

"We're quite well, thank you. Do forgive Lucius's exuberance. We're all extremely excited over this new turn of events." Narcissa said, and stepped aside and gestured for Harry to go ahead of her and Lucius. "Let's go to the parlor to wait for Severus."

"All right, then. And, really, I find the exuberance rather refreshing; the only truly excited people I've been around in some time have been Sirius and Remus," Harry said. Lucius, walking behind with Narcissa, stuck out his tongue at her and blew a raspberry, in a great show of immaturity, and Narcissa swatted his rear playfully, causing him to hop and squeak. Harry chuckled from in front at the noise from the playful and wordless banter. It was time that there was a return to normalcy, and the Malfoy's home seemed to be returning to it—assuming that this happy, playful attitude, which seemed to so fit with these strange, changed people, was normal.

Narcissa stopped and entered a door, and Harry backtracked a few steps before following her and Lucius into the room. The room was warm and homely, but still elegant. It was something Harry would connect with the Malfoys that he had met the night previous and that day, rather than with the Malfoys Harry had known in his childhood.

When they were all seated, a house elf wearing a pink cloth bag as a dress with a white ribbon bringing in the waiste came bearing tea and treats. She placed the tray in front of Narcissa, and delivered Lucius a napkin before offering one to Harry as well.

"Would Mistress Narcissa like for me to pour the tea? Or will she pour for herself and her mate, and I pour for the guests, or will she pour all of the tea?" The little elf chirped merrily.

"I'll take care of it today, Mary, thank you though," Narcissa said, and the little elf beamed and popped out of the room.

"She is Lucius's elf," Narcissa said, as though that explained everything. "The brightest and girliest elf I've ever met, it might have to do with the face that someone is constantly giving her pretty little sacks and covers to wear and decorative ribbons."

"But, Narcissa, you must admit that her sunny disposition makes everyone in the room feel lighter when she enters it," Lucius said, and Harry could tell that the debate was a rather common one. "And she's incredibly loyal. The little dear is wonderful."

"I suppose you have a point, about the loyalty and the disposition," Narcissa said, and handed her submissive his tea and a scone, before doling out the treats to Harry and herself. "Severus shouldn't be too long, Harry."

"Yeah, he's just fretting over what to wear and what to say and how to act," Lucius said, waving his right hand through the air. "He'll be worse than a teenage girl on her first date."

"You seem to have my gender confused, Lucius," Severus said, entering the room. "And I seem to remember helping you prepare for your first official meeting with Narcissa. You were all, 'Do I go with baby blue robes, or the light green ones? Should I wear a dress? How about these little shorts, this blouse and I pull my hair into pigtails with this pink ribbon? What do I wear for makeup? Does she want me to wear make up?' It was a really long four hours."

"I think I am interested in the short shorts and pigtails option," Narcissa intoned, and Lucius blushed hotly.

"Hello, Severus," Harry said, getting to his feet and going to the submissive's side, and he presented Severus with the flowers. "I hope you like them."

"They're beautiful," Severus said, calling for a house elf to bring water and a vase. He stood on his tip toes and pecked his mate on the lips. "Thank you, Harry."

The two sat down on the couch where Harry had been seated previously, and Narcissa handed Severus a cup and a scone. They took their tea pleasantly, quiet and friendly conversation feeling the room.

When everyone was done with their refreshments, Harry and Severus stood.

"It was lovely to meet you both," Harry said to the Malfoys. He walked first to Narcissa and offered her his hand, shaking it before kissing the top of it in proper veela tradition, before going to Lucius and holding his hand out for the submissive's hand, taking that also and kissing the back of it. These were the customary gestures for female dominants, and for mated submissives of either gender. If the submissive was unmated the hand would be kissed between the first and second knuckles, on the lower portion of the finger. The order of greeting was also important, as with mated veela the dominant's hand was taken first and the submissive's second, but unmated submissive's hands were taken before any dominants were greeted.

"Well, it looks like someone's been doing their homework," Narcissa said, thoroughly pleased with the polite gesture. "Take care on that motorcycle of yours."

"I'll be sure to use extra caution," Harry said, and took Severus's hand, leading him out of the manor house.

"You brought a motorcycle to pick me up?" the submissive asked incredulously.

"Yup, I did," Harry said, and lifted the helmet to Severus's head. He placed it on, checking to be sure it fit, before hoisting his submissive onto the back of the bike, causing him to squawk, and then getting on the bike in front of Severus himself. "Hold on tight, Sev," Harry warned, and a pair of arms latched around his midsection tightly as he started the bike and they moved forward down the drive. "This was Sirius's, but Remus made him give it to me and get a car when they found out he was pregnant."

"Good for Remus. I bet Sirius was thrilled," Severus said, snickering at the idea of the little werewolf insisting to a whipped Sirius that he give up his favorite toy. The little subs face quickly drained of color and his arms wound tighter around Harry's midsection. "But wasn't that a flying motorcycle?"

"Yup, baby. Hold on!"

Severus let out a small scream and buried his face in Harry's back as the bike started to move off the ground at intense speeds. The air grew mildly colder and wet as they flew through a cloud, and then Harry leveled out the bike.

"Sev, open your eyes, baby," Harry said softly, coaxingly. "I really think you'll like the view."

"I doubt it," Severus grumbled, and Harry sighed softly. "Fine."

The submissive raised his face from between Harry's shoulder blades and gasped. They were coasting above the clouds, and between the white puffs of condensing water the world could be seen.

"Harry, it's beautiful," he whispered, awed by the sight.

"I thought you might like it," Harry said, removing one hand from the handlebars and stroking one of Severus's hands where it was clutching his shirt.

"I do," the submissive said quietly. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Severus," Harry said softly. "Everything."