A/N: Anyone else think Lucius Malfoy is hot? Cause I do... And a strong Lucius Malfoy looming over a cute little Harry... well that's fucking sexy and cute and just... SQUEEE! So yeah...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I make no money off of these stories, I am just a sick and twisted little bitch with too many hormones pumping through her... Yup!

Warning: Still stuck on yaoi, so yeah, if you don't like it, why are you here? (Yaoi= boy on boy)

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Lucius Malfoy sleeps peacefully in his manor until he feels a tug at his heart. His Mate... but he hasn't sensed anything about a Mate before. He groans as he gets out of bed and wonders if this person was just born, that's all that he can think of. He tries to shake away the feeling, knowing that if this is the case, he can't just go and find them and tell the parents that their child is his Mate. That's just not right, he knows that he'd be furious if a man or woman came to his door and claimed to have some right to his son that is only a few months old. He looks the his wife and scowls but shakes it off again. He steps out onto a balcony to get some air, hoping that he can resist this pull for a while at least, though he's not getting any younger.

Lucius Malfoy is a Veela. His Mate was born a handful of months after his own son was. No he never had sex with Narcissa, they had his sperm injected into her womb. It makes it biological but it otherwise would have meant his death if he had tried to take the woman to his bed like that.

~ ~ ~ 1 year later ~ ~ ~

Lucius feels that small tug at his heart nearly rip the beating organ from his chest. He gasps and drops to his knees next to his wife who was feeding their son. He feels his Dark Mark burn in sync with the throbbing pain of his heart and he leans against the wall to try and make sense of this. His Mate had been close to death, and something was wrong with his Master. All in the same moment... he couldn't shake those instances off as coincidence.

He glances to his wife as the pain in his arm and chest die down. He touches his mark and vanishes into a cloud of black smoke to try and locate his Master and know what happened. He searches the place where the Dark Mark brought him but it's a wrecked house. He searches until he hears a baby cry out. Lucius' heart leaps into his throat as he frantically searches the rubble to find the baby in its crib that is still intact. He glances to the woman buried in the rubble beside him and gasps. "Potter," He says and realizes that these two events are connected. Voldemort had been after a baby that was said to be born and if he were to grow up, he would have the power to overthrow the Dark Lord. Lily and James Potter were due to have a baby that previous year, Voldemort was trying to determine if he should go for the Potter child or the child of the Longbottoms. It seems that he made his choice and that the baby was already too strong for the Dark Wizard. Lucius's heart tugs again as the baby wails at being ignored. He lifts the child into his arms and strokes a gentle finger across his cheek, feeling that, for the first time in his life, everything is perfect, even as he stands in the destroyed home of his Mate's parents.

"I can't protect you if I still follow Voldemort," he whispers to the baby and gazes into those intense green eyes. "Dumbledore can help," he says firmly before he apparates to the gates to Hogwarts and stands at the wards, close enough to alert the elder wizard of his presence.

"Lucius Malfoy," The old man says in greeting. "What brings you here at such a late hour... and with a... That's Harry Potter," He says with skepticism in his voice. "Why do you have Lily's child?" He half asks though Severus had already alerted him that Voldemort was after Harry or Neville.

Lucius frowns before smiling at the little baby cooing in his arms. "He's my Mate, I felt Voldemort fade away into a nearly nonexistent form and Harry... Harry had been hurt," he says as he strokes the pad of his thumb over the lightning bolt shaped cut on the toddler's forehead. "I can't protect him on my own so long as Voldemort still lives in any form. I first have to abandon the Dark Lord," he says more to himself.

"I'll help you however I can, but I think it wise if Harry is not raised by you and your wife, you'd confuse him," Dumbledore starts.

"If I raised him he would know what our relationship is, it wouldn't confuse him," Lucius tries to defend though he knows he should let someone else raise the boy.

"You'd confuse your own son though, he would think that he wasn't as loved as Harry would be. He wouldn't understand that it is a different kind of love." The aged man says calmly.

"I get it," Lucius concedes. "Just... make sure he's cared for..." he says even as he hands the baby over to the elder wizard.

Harry breaks out crying the second that Lucius' hands leave his little body and Lucius winces in regret. "He'll grow used to being apart from you again," Dumbledore assures him. "Perhaps he won't even notice the gap in his life," He adds, "But I know that you will. Just... you need to stay away from him until he's old enough."

"I know." Lucius says as he takes a few steps away and feels his heart twisting in pain. He groans before he disapparates away from the crying toddler.

~ ~ ~The years pass and he knows why he doesn't feel right. He raises his son though as his father would have though he probably shouldn't. He feels Voldemort growing in power and he shudders at the thought that the Dark wizard could hurt his Mate.

~ ~ ~ Draco goes to his first year at Hogwarts and near the end of the year Lucius' arm burns and his heart clenches in fear when he feels his bond to Harry tighten as it does when the boy is in danger. He wants to help. He so desperately wants to go and knock whatever form Voldemort has taken, onto his arse and defend Harry. He goes through this torment and finds that it happens the year after as well.

~ ~ ~The next year, he finds that only his heart bothers him as he feels Harry in danger, he is almost relieved that Voldemort is not involved.

~ ~ ~ It is that following year though, when he sees the boy turning into a young man that his heart shudders in want. He wasn't meant to see the boy. It was such a big Quidditch tournament that he thought there was no chance of seeing him, but of course. He did. Draco was being a bit of a prat to him too which infuriated the Veela. He took no part in the Death Eaters attacking the occupants of the camp grounds around the Quidditch pitch and he did everything to safely get Draco out of there though he felt his heart tugging again to go find and protect Harry from whatever was scaring him so. This school year also is the year that Hogwarts is the host to the TriWizard Tournament which means the school will be more populated and there will be dangerous challenges going on which frustrates Lucius.

He'd heard that Harry's name had been drawn from the Goblet of Fire, but that couldn't be, could it? They had an age limit on the people able to enter the competition, and Harry couldn't be seventeen yet. He read the Daily Prophet however and groaned at how the Skeeter woman phrased everything and distorted the truth of what is honestly a tragedy. He knows that Voldemort has something planned, his Dark Mark has been... itching, lately. It's growing black in color again after having been fading through the years. There is a reason that Harry is in this tournament and it is bad news.

Mere weeks after Lucius had learned that Harry was a involved in the TriWizard Tournament he felt his heart tugging in fear with the boy's very own heart. He knew that the first challenge was going on right now. He was thankful that he never felt pain from his Mate's bond though. Lucius had to come see the Tournament now. He'd go mad if he didn't know what Harry was going through. He went through the formal requests to come onto the grounds, made arrangements to stay in Hogsmead, and gained all the permissions to view the events and challenges for this "spectacular" event. He waited for a few weeks still. Nearly a month and a half passed before he decided to go and when he did he realized it was nearing Christmas and that there would be a Yule Ball. He chuckled at his luck before he went to find his son and greet him.

"Father?" The young Malfoy says questioningly as he comes from a branching off hallway.

Lucius gives him a pleased smile. "Hello, Draco. I came to be able to view the events of the Tournament myself, you've described things so well that it made me want to see for myself." The elder blond explains.

Draco nods, "There are no challenges until a few weeks after Christmas," he says.

"I guessed as much, and I see that there will be a ball," He notes.

"Yeah, I heard that the lions had to get a dancing lesson because of how unrefined they are," Draco says with a sneer.

"Mind yourself, Draco," was Lucius' first reply before he realized that this wouldn't make sense to Draco. "It's best to watch what you say, I'm sure that not all of the Gryffindor house is so bad." He says hoping that he won't put his son into a fit of outrage just yet.

"If there is a decent one then I haven't met one," The boy grumbles.

Lucius shudders in slight anger at that before he shakes it off and looks about. "I'll be staying in Hogsmead if you want to come up to my room in the Three Broomsticks during a weekend you have out there," He says curtly before he stalks back out of the school and takes a little carriage down to Hogsmead. He enjoys the little village again after all theses years that he hasn't been in school.

When the Yule Ball comes around he decides to attend and dresses in his finest dress robes before making his way to the Great Hall. He is ushered into the room before the competitors are to come in with their dates. Harry's hair is a mess upon his head and he gives a nervous look about the room as he enters and Lucius grins licks at his lips at that look. He nearly laughs when Harry nearly forgets how to dance before moves almost perfectly to the music. Once the other students join in and the first song is over, Harry abandons the dance floor and settles into a chair next to his Weasley friend.

Lucius wants to approach the boy but he remembers his promise to Dumbledore to keep his distance. He watches the nights events go on and even gets asked to dance by a woman who had decided to attend to chaperone her own child. He does so, if only to not offend the woman but once the dance is over he leaves the party to return to Hogsmead.

Weeks later is the second challenge and Lucius glares daggers at the icy water that he is being ferried over to make it to the stands that are set up within the lake. Harry is going into that water, he is certain. He shuffles and goes over to stand behind Draco and watches the events. As the hour ticks on and Harry doesn't come up, Lucius feels nervous. He watches as the Weasley boy and a little French girl... no, Fleur's sister, Draco's cousin... come up. When Harry is not with them, Lucius breathes in deeply but his breaths are growing fewer and farther between. He wonders if this is because of Harry. He watches the surface of the water intently before Harry comes flying out to land on the platform perfectly and he is surrounded by people, some to give him towels and blankets to warm and dry him, others to mock him, and others to congratulate him still. He comes out in second for his determination to save both people left in the lake.

Lucius calms himself when Harry came out no worse-for-the-wear, he goes back to Hogsmead and awaits the next challenge that comes in the middle of spring. He settles into the stands and looks on with curiosity at the maze. At least this challenge seems safer, though he knows there are probably things in between the hedges that are less than pleasant. He eyes Harry warily, afraid of what will become the boy under these circumstances. He feels his Dark Mark flaring up erratically, Voldemort is preparing for something and that something won't bode well for Harry.

When Harry and the other contestants are "safely" encompassed by the hedges, it takes only twenty minutes before sparks are shot up to aid one of them. He knows that it can't be Harry though because although the wizard is fearful, he hasn't had anything injure him or make him react any worse than normal fear.

Just short of the hour mark, Lucius feels Harry's panic go up a few notches and he breathes heavily in worry before he feels their connection stretch... as though across a great distance. His eyes widen in worry at this. He feels the Dark Mark flare up irritatedly but it's not calling for him yet. He dashes from the stands, off to the castle to find a restroom where he can breathe and think. In another ten or twenty minutes the Dark Mark calls for him and his face pales. This means that Voldemort is strong enough to call them. He falls against a sink and prays to whatever god is out there that Harry is still okay. He feels fear again through their bond, but it's not normal fear. He realizes that Harry was injured too, but it wasn't threatening. Lucius waves his wand over his body to change into the appropriate attire to approach Voldemort before he touches his Dark Mark to evaporate into the black smoke again.

A cemetery, how quaint. He scowls from behind his mask at the snakelike man he holds so much contempt for now. He glances to the side to see Harry on the grave of Voldemort's father. He avoids looking too directly at Harry though, or else he might not be able to tear his gaze away. Voldemort's words barely register to him before he feels a twinge of a Cruciartis as his mask is ripped away. "I searched everywhere for you, there was no trace of you," Lucius pleads. He doesn't want Harry to see him pleading to another man, but he has not choice, it is either this, or his life.

Lucius tries to keep his composure before Voldemort goes to Harry again at his struggling cries. Lucius whimpers inside, wanting to help the boy, to hold him, to protect him. He can't let Voldemort hurt him any more but he bears it a while longer so that the boy is freed from the reaper-angel above the grave. The Cruciartis that runs through Harry's body makes his own stiffen in discomfort and when they begin to duel Lucius Malfoy can't just stand by any longer. He throws himself between Harry and the killing curse that his "Master" cast. He holds Harry in his arms and feels his wings come forth to take the brunt of the curse. He gasps in pain but he doesn't drop dead as others would have. He hears Harry panting and he can practically feel his wonder at why he is being protected by Lucius. He faces Voldemort with a glare in his eyes. "He's my Mate, and I will never let you hurt him again," Lucius says sharply, his voice sounding like an angry orchestra while he's in his full Veela form.

"C-Cedric," Harry gasps into Lucius' chest, wanting to take his body back to the boy's father.

He feels his arm burn at the disobedience and he knows that the Dark Mark is trying to poison him into obedience but it can't touch him so long as he has Veela blood coursing through his veins. He grins wickedly before lunging to the dead boy near them and then he disapparates from before the Dark Lord. The last feelings he gets through the mark on his arm is the feeling of confusion turning into rage at loosing the boy he had been after for so long. He lands them in the grass before the audience waiting for some news of the Tournament's contestants after Fleur was brought back safely. Harry is weeping and clinging to me the stress and sadness at loosing Cedric were why his tears flowed. I made a point of covering the body from the students but held Harry between myself and the audience. I ignored Draco's look of incredulity.

"Lucius, what has happened? And what about your-" Dumbledore tries to question me.

"He's back, and I broke my promise because if I didn't, Harry could very well be dead now too," I hiss out to him.

Mr. Diggory wailed at the sight of his dead son's body and held him close in his distress. I glanced over to see Alastor Moody before noticing something was off about him. I hadn't noticed it before, but he seems... too familiar. He sighs before passing Harry off to Dumbledore and pinning the man in a corner by the stands. "Never thought I'd catch you here," Lucius says vaguely though the look in his eyes speaks more than his words.

"I can't imagine what you mean, Malfoy, I was here before, it's your own bloody fault that you can't notice an auror," The man snaps, in full character but his "normal" eye gives the man a look that says 'walk away.'

"Oh? I thought you were hunted by aurors," Lucius says before pinning the man as he searches for his polyjuice potion. "Headmaster, Severus, you may want to come see this," He calls out behind him as the students are almost all gone from the stands now, it means that this won't be upsetting anyone other than the teachers, Ministry officials, and Harry.

"Mad-eye Moody" writhes and twitches before the figure gives way to a thin man with tousled hair who has a problem with his tongue flicking out a lot.

"Barty Crouch Junior," Lucius hisses with a sneer.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," The man says with a little laugh.

Dumbledore gazes down at the writhing Dark Mark, "Harry, your arm," he says before gripping the boy's arm harshly and pulling back the bloodstained sleeve. The gash is deep but it didn't let him bleed out, thank Merlin.

Lucius hisses in annoyance at how Dumbledore treated Harry before he pulls him into his frame and simply enjoys the closeness to his Mate.

Dumbledore says other things of importance but Lucius doesn't hear them before he pulls Harry over to the stands and sits with him.

"Mr. Malfoy, you're a Veela, aren't you?" Harry asks timidly.

"Yes," The elder answers simply.

"And what you meant... when you told V-voldemort that I'm your Mate... I'm not clear on that part," he adds.

"It means many things really, it means that I will protect you with my life, that I care about you in a whole different way from anyone else in this world. It means that you are the one thing that can be my undoing," Lucius says in a whisper for the boy. "We don't have to talk about that right now. Right now I want to get your arm cleaned up, and I'm sure that you're exhausted after today's evens.

Harry whimpers and nods his head before Lucius lifts him into his arms and carries him to the castle, ignoring the looks from the students. His first thought is to take the boy to Madam Pomfrey, but he doesn't like the thought of someone else caring for Harry right now and he doesn't want the boy's friends to come in and ask questions. He takes him downstairs instead, knowing where Severus' office is and knowing the portrait password. He steps in and settles Harry down on one of the armchairs that are by a little fireplace. He finds all of the supplies that he would need and begins to clean Harry's arm gently, but thoroughly. He places some ointment on it to keep it clean and help it heal before he wraps it and kisses where the boy's wrist meets the bandages.

Severus comes in shortly after this and ignores his company for the moment to settle himself into the chair behind his desk. "How long have you known that Potter was your Mate?" Severus questions.

"I've known since Voldemort attacked him as a baby," Lucius answers simply. "I felt the tug towards him since he was born." he adds.

"And, Mr. Potter, how much do you really know about Veela?" the dark man asks then.

"I know that they're powerful magical creatures and they have a Mate for life," Harry begins, "They're usually very beautiful so as to attract their Mate easier, and... no that's it," He says while trying to stifle a yawn.

Lucius smiles softly at that cute face before he glances to his friend. "What is your point?" I ask.

"Just curious if he knows the important bits before you sleep with him," Severus says bluntly. This makes Harry sit up, wide awake now.

Harry flushes and can't look anywhere near me now.

"Oh please, you said they have Mate, and Lucius already said that you are his Mate, what did you expect," the potion's master snaps slightly.

Harry groans and folds himself into the chair while Lucius sighs. "I'll wait for you though, Harry, I'm not about to go rushing full speed ahead, ignore Severus, he's just jealous," the blond coaxes before he moves to lift Harry again. "May I?" he asks this time since he notices the boy is a bit more reluctant after Severus' words.

A simple nod from Harry makes Lucius grin as he lifts him and carries him out. He doesn't know where he is going to take him though. Common rooms aren't usually available to the public, Harry shouldn't be off of school grounds, especially now, and Lucius hadn't gotten a room within the castle because before now that would have made accidental contact with Harry too easy.

"Where do you want to go?" Lucius asks. "If you would like, I can take you up to your co-" He starts.

"No. I don't want to talk to all of them right now," Harry replies, cutting me off. "I just want a quiet place to sleep," He says weakly.

The elder Malfoy nods and begins to think before grinning at an idea he has. He makes his way up to the fifth floor and walks directly to a wall before he stands there and waits for the door to appear.

"Mr. Malfoy, what are we doing?" Harry asks in wonder.

"Call me Lucius, and look," The man says as he nods towards the slowly appearing door.

Harry gapes in wonder at the creation of a new door where none had been before.

Lucuis grins before he opens the door to find a fully furnished room with a large bed and another door that probably leads to a bathroom. "Would you like a bath first?" the man asks easily, not noting that there could be another motive behind this. He was being honest when he had said that he would wait.

Harry flushes. "I'd like one, but..." he says thinking too deeply about my words.

Lucius realizes what is bothering the boy and laughs slightly. "You can bathe yourself if you'd like, I'm not about to overstep any boundary you have," He assures him.

Harry nods and when Lucius takes him into the bathroom and sets him down onto his feet, he heads over to the large bath and starts it.

"One moment," Lucius says before grabbing gently at Harry's injured arm and he casts a little charm on it. "Waterproofed now," he says before he gives the boy his privacy and lays on the bed, his mind running wild with thoughts now. He felt perfect at the moment. He had Harry, Harry knew about their bond, he might not know everything yet, but he didn't need to, it was still something that Lucius would work on with him.

Harry padded back out with only a towel wrapped around his frame and blushed. "I have no clean clothes," He mumbles in embarrassment.

"Check the wardrobe," Lucius directs, waving his hand towards the wooden furniture on the opposite wall as the bathroom door with the bed in between. He watches the boy's body move and smiles slightly at it but whenever Harry turns back he pretends disinterest.

"Thanks," the boy mumbles before he retreats back to the bathroom and changes into the comfortable clothes that the wardrobe provided him. He comes padding out again with his hair in wet and limp strands. He shuffles on his feet, uncertain if he should join Lucius on the bed.

The blond chuckles before he summons a towel and pulls Harry over to him before attacking the soaked ebony locks. "You'll catch a cold if you leave your hair wet like that," He explains even as he rubs at the hair. He pulls the towel away and gently tugs a few strands that refuse to dry well before he summons a brush and works knots out of the boy's hair. Harry blushes and avoids looking at the beautiful man who is taking care of him in such a way. Once Lucius is satisfied, he lets the boy go and tosses the other items off of the bed before he lays down again and invites Harry to do the same.

"Um..." Harry says uncomfortably.

"I won't touch you in your sleep... well not sexually at least," The blond promises before gently pulling Harry down onto the bed and he curls around him.

"Thank you for everything today, Lucius," Harry says, using the man's first name for the first time.

Lucius grins like mad at that, "Anything for you," He assures him before kissing the top of his head and the two fall asleep peacefully.

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A/N: Um.. do you like it? I do for sure, but I'm biased... sorry about the crap that is the first few pages, it's just the thing of, I had to give background to this and I had to change some things but I didn't want to write out a whole book of exposition so yeah... Um... wanna give any cookies to the characters?