Gideon Malfoy-Potter What I See {Lucarry}

Harry woke up feeling better then he had in a while. Sometimes he felt rested but most of the time he was groggy and foul tempered for hours. It usually took a hot shower, a relaxing book, and Teddy screaming his head off to wake Harry up completely.

But that morning he felt great and yawned as he sat up, trying to figure out why. It was then that he noticed the awake blonde lying under the blankets beside him.

Lucius was dressed in his trousers and a white singlet that showed off his toned upper body and made Harry blush fiercely. The Slytherin smiled and said, 'Good morning.'

'M-Morning.'

'Did you sleep well?' Lucius asked and Harry nodded weakly. 'Good, so you've calmed down.'

'Yes,' Harry said. 'Sorry about last night, I-'

'Harry, we've been through this,' Lucius said, sitting up and flicking his hair back. 'I don't mind calming you down and talking through all your fears. I actually quite enjoy it.'

'Well you're a weirdo,' Harry said. It was then he noticed that his room was perfect; the dresser was fixed and back against the wall, the lamps had been repaired, everything was fine.

'I cleaned up while you were asleep,' Lucius said as he got out of bed. 'Do you mind if I shower?'

Harry nodded and said, 'Across the hall, the white door.'

Lucius opened the door and disappeared. Harry heard a door shut followed quickly by the shower being turned on. He tried not to think about Lucius Malfoy naked under hot water as he stood to get dressed.

When Lucius returned he was dressed in the same clothes as the previous day, all spell-cleaned and wrinkle free. Harry had thrown on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt, wanting to hide his baby bump from the general world.

'Um... what's the time?' Harry asked as he yawned again and scratched a hand through his hair, messing it up more.

Lucius went to Harry's arm chair, where he'd draped his cloak and outer robes some time in the night. He checked his pocket watch and said, 'Just before nine.'

'Rem and Tonks will already be up, Sirius sleeps in a lot. Did you want to stay for breakfast?'

'I was thinking we could spend the day together,' Lucius said as he walked across the room. 'Perhaps lunch in Diagon Alley? We could visit the baby stores and you can have a look at what you want.'

'Sounds good,' Harry smiled and led Lucius from the room.

Remus and Tonks were eating breakfast, Teddy apparently still asleep. They glanced at Harry and Lucius, trying to guage their moods as both sat. Kreacher appeared with a bow and Harry told the elf to save some breakfast for Sirius. He and Lucius helped themselves to the eggs and toast before Tonks asked, 'You alright, Harry?'

The teenager nodded, wiping crumbs from his lips. 'I'm sorry I yelled yesterday, I was just mad.'

'It's fine, Harry,' Remus said. 'Sirius said some hurtful things, you had every right to be upset.'

'I want a word with that mutt when he wakes,' Lucius growled, 'he shouldn't be upsetting Harry while he's pregnant.'

'I'm fine, Lucius,' Harry tried, only for the blonde to shake his head.

'You used a substantial amount of magic destroying your room last night,' Lucius said. 'It could have harmed the baby; today I want to visit your healer again to make sure he's fine.'

'Lucius-'

'No buts, Harry,' the man said sternly.

Harry sighed and nodded, knowing Lucius would be this protective over the coming months. It was kind of nice to have someone worrying about him and he was still smiling when Sirius appeared.

'You have a lot to apologise for, Black,' Lucius said, standing immediately. Sirius scowled at him but let the man talk. 'Harry was in hysterics when I came here; he was doubting himself, he thought you hated him.'

'What?' Sirius gasped. 'Harry, I don't-'

'Then why would you say such awful things?' Lucius demanded. 'Not only are you upsetting Harry, a man you apparently care about, but you're putting my unborn child's life in danger. You don't have to accept this but you will at least keep your opinions to yourself where Harry is concerned.'

He looked enraged, Harry upset, and Sirius didn't have the heart to fight back.

'If I ever hear that you've made Harry cry again I will not be responsible for my actions,' Lucius warned. 'Do you hear me?'

Sirius nodded and said, 'I'm sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have said all that.'

Harry shrugged. 'S'fine, Siri.'

Sirius realised he'd have to work to get Harry's affection back and settled himself for days of begging and playing nice to Lucius. He did feel bad about making Harry cry, and knew his words could have hurt the baby. So he promised himself to be civil to Lucius and show Harry just how much he cared.

Lucius sat back down and the rest of breakfast was awkward but Lucius and Sirius kept their talking to a minimum.

{oOo}

Lucius convinced Harry to change, stating he looked silly in a t-shirt three sizes too big and jeans that bunched up around his ankles. He changed into a black cotton button-up that didn't hug his waist too tightly and jeans that fit better. Lucius nodded his assertion and led the teenager downstairs.

Sirius hugged Harry and told him to have a good time; Harry couldn't help but smile. He knew Sirius didn't like this but the other wizard was trying, for Harry and the baby.

Tonks and Remus said their goodbyes and Harry and Lucius stepped outside. Lucius apparated them to Diagon Alley and Harry followed the older man down the street.

'Um... what are we going to say if people see us together?' Harry asked.

Lucius shrugged. 'Nothing,' he said, 'it's none of their business. Let the gossipers gossip, there's nothing we can do unless they choose to annoy me.'

Harry chuckled at the smug look on Lucius' face.

They hit a baby clothes store first, Harry staring at the small clothes. He remembered Teddy when he was very small and couldn't believe his own baby would one day be in his arms wearing similar clothing.

'They grow quickly,' Lucius commented as Harry inspected a green and silver onesie. 'One minute they're wearing tiny little clothing, the next they're ruining it crawling around in dirt.'

Harry smiled. 'Draco crawl around in a lot of dirt, did he?'

Lucius chuckled as he plucked another onesie from the rack, this one in Gryffindor colours. 'He was a terror,' the man admitted. 'When he started crawling he got into everything; the kitchen, my study, his mother's makeup. He got my wand once and blew up the dining room.'

Harry giggled and had to prop himself up on a shelf, just imagining a little blonde baby weilding his father's wand.

'You laugh now,' Lucius said, 'just wait until our son gets a hold of your wand.'

'I wouldn't be stupid enough to let a six month old get a hold of my wand.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Are you calling me stupid?'

Harry put both hands on his hips and stared up at him. 'Yes, I am.'

A smile pulled at Lucius' lips and he shook his head. 'So, I can assume we're getting Gryffindor colours for our son?'

Harry shrugged and went back to browsing. 'Dunno... I mean, the baby might look like you or me and you look better in Slytherin colours.'

'Oh do I?' Lucius whispered in his ear.

Harry hadn't realised Lucius had got so close and nearly jumped, only stopping himself at the last second. He could feel Lucius' body behind him, the man's cologne just as intoxicating as the first time Harry had appreciated it.

He swallowed thickly and said, as calmly as he could, 'Um... yes.'

Lucius smirked at Harry's calm answer and stood tall. 'How about we buy both colours? He'll go through the clothing; babies grow quickly.'

Harry just nodded and started picking clothes off the racks, giving them to Lucius to hold. He picked out a number of onesies, some with snitches stitched into the fabric, others with dragons and other magical creatures. Lucius favoured the little shirts and trousers, adding his own choices to their growing pile.

Soon the store owner came out to help them, able to smell money in the air. She was sweet and kind, talking Harry through exactly what would suit his son as he grew. She glanced from Harry to Lucius, recognising both of them and wondering just when the hell they'd got together.

But she was professional to the end and kept her thoughts to herself. She knew Lucius Malfoy's reputation; if she was the one to spill the beans about Harry's baby her life would be ruined.

So she led Harry through each section; bibs and hats, little jeans and trousers and shoes that the baby could wear as he got older. Harry practically swooned at the shoes, grinning as he held different pairs in his hands.

Lucius watched all of it, throwing in his own opinions only when Harry asked. The teenager wanted to know what Lucius thought, it was their baby after all, and the man admitted to when he liked or disliked something. Harry would nod, converse with both him and the witch helping, and make a decision based on what he and Lucius wanted.

Narcissa had made all the decisions when it came to a baby Draco and Lucius was thrilled to have another chance to help out. He was growing more excited by the day, wondering what his and Harry's son would look like; black scruffy hair or sleak blonde hair? Bright green eyes or pale grey? Would he be pale, tanned, have Harry's knobbly knees or Lucius' broad chest as he grew older? Would he be tall, short, or somewhere in-between?

Lucius was also captivated by Harry. When the younger wizard was interested in something his face lit up. He grinned stupidly at the little bibs that the witch showed him.

'Perhaps you need one,' Lucius commented.

'Why?' Harry asked.

'The way you eat, it'd be a cautionary measure,' Lucius teased.

Harry poked his tongue out and started slinging the bibs over his chest, asking how they looked. Lucius was reduced to stupid fits of giggles as Harry pranced around the store, the owner cracking a smile and commenting on what suited him.

Harry was... Lucius didn't know what to make of him. He was so kind and considerate, he was absolutely determined to be a hands-on father. Lucius marvelled at his strength to put the baby ahead of his own fears and embrace that he was going to be a father.

And there was his body, Lucius was still affected by that. He was gorgeous in Muggle jeans and that black shirt, the garment riding up whenever he bent to inspect something on a lower shelf. His arse seemed to draw Lucius right in and the owner of the store often had to clear her throat to get his attention.

Lucius didn't know if Harry would be open to a sexual, or romantic, relationship further down the line and he wasn't going to push; he wasn't about to ruin the tentative friendship they'd built up if Harry didn't want him. The thought of Harry seeing or sleeping with another man enraged Lucius to no end.

And it was then that he knew he was completely lost to the green-eyed wizard.

{oOo}

Lucius called a house elf to take the bags back to Malfoy Manor. Though Harry wouldn't be moving in for a number of months, both wanted to get the nursery set up in plenty of time so Harry could relax closer to his due date.

Lucius esscorted the younger wizard to another baby store on the outskirts of Diagon Alley, this one specialising in magical cots, cribs, strollers, and everything else. Most were painted creamy white, some in vicious shades of blue and pink. Harry gravitated to the darker wood varients and found a small bassinet that he fell in love with.

It stood on four legs that could be magiced to move steadily across any surface. The bassinet itself was rounded, with a hanging over the top half. It was made of rounded wood that had been varnished a dark brown with carvings of snakes around the sides. The small pillows inside were a pale cream colour but the man helping out ensured Harry that they were available in all colours.

Harry picked out pillows and blankets in dark green trimmed with silver, Lucius smirking at the colours.

'What?' Harry shrugged. 'I like it.'

'Whatever you want,' Lucius said. And he meant it.

{oOo}

They stopped for lunch at a small cafe near Flourish and Blotts. Harry actually ordered normal food; a chicken, lettuce and mayonaise sandwich with hot chips and soda. Lucius got a pasta salad and they sat across from each other enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

'Harry, may I ask you something?'

Harry brushed crumbs from his mouth and said, 'You can ask, I may not answer.'

Lucius nodded, setting his goblet down. 'How exactly did you defeat the Dark Lord?'

'Excuse me?'

'I am curious,' Lucius admitted. 'How, after so many strong wizards and witches fell before his wand, did you defeat him?' Harry stared at the other man, eyes running up and down his face. 'Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you appear too weak to do so, I'm just curious.'

Harry nibbled on a chip as he tried to decide whether or not to tell Lucius the truth. He supposed there was no harm in it; Lucius wasn't the type to rip apart his soul for immortality (too vain, Harry thought) and if this was going to work between them, they had to be honest with each other.

'Are you sure you want to know?' Harry asked. When Lucius nodded, the teenager sipped his soda before saying, 'Okay, if that's what you want. I'll start at the beginning.'

Harry leaned back in his seat and folded his arms, looking at Lucius carefully. 'Voldemort created horcruxes. Do you know what they are?'

'I'm afraid not,' Lucius said.

'A horcrux is a part of your soul that is bound to an object,' Harry explained. 'If you create a horcrux you can never die.'

Lucius' eyes went wide.

'To create a horcrux,' Harry continued, 'you have to split a piece of your soul from yourself. To do that you have to do something completely evil with intent; you have to murder someone. It takes a lot of power and dark magic and it leaves you broken, less human.'

'Merlin,' Lucius breathed, 'that sounds...'

'Horrible?' Harry asked and Lucius nodded.

'To break apart your very soul just for immortality... that's disgusting, it's a complete violation of nature. Our soul is what makes us us; what makes us human, magical... why would anyone want to do that?'

'Power,' Harry said, 'Voldemort was obsessed with power and immortality, you know that, and he was terrified of death. He found out about horcruxes and killed his father and grandparents when he was a teenager. He made seven,' Harry told him.

'A locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin, a cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw's diadem, his snake Nagini, his diary from school, and a ring that belonged to his family, the Gaunts.'

Lucius sat back heavily. 'His snake...?'

'Had a bit of his soul in him, yes,' Harry nodded.

The blonde thought that over slowly before jolting in his seat. 'D-Diary?'

'Yes,' Harry said slowly, 'the diary you put in Ginny Weasley's cauldron was a horcrux.'

Lucius looked disgusted and Harry could understand. He'd carried the diary around for months his second year before destroying it. If only he'd known, Harry would have stabbed the bloody thing before it could take Ginny.

'I had no idea,' Lucius finally said. 'The Dark Lord was furious when he learned what I'd done but I had no idea why.' He paused and looked back at Harry. 'Wait, that's only six. You said he made seven.'

Harry inclined his head and looked at the table. 'He accidently made a seventh horcrux,' he told the other wizard, 'he'd only ever planned on six.'

'How do you accidentally make one?'

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes. 'That night he killed my mother and father... my mother died protecting me, surrounding me in a love charm that protected me from Voldemort, that's why his spell rebounded,' Harry explained. 'The Killing Curse backfired and destroyed his body but not him because he couldn't die. A piece of his soul broke off because killing a defenceless child is one of the very worst things you could ever do,' Harry said and looked back up at Lucius.

'That part of his soul latched onto the only living thing in the house.'

Lucius put it together quickly and his eyes widened again. He leaned forward, hands on the table. 'Are you telling me that you were the seventh horcrux?'

Harry nodded. 'It's why I could read his mind and vice versa, why I'm a parselmouth. Dumbledore told me, and later via pensieve he told me that only Voldemort could destroy it, it was the only way to get rid of the horcrux.'

'That's why you faced your death willingly,' Lucius murmured, remembering Harry standing in the Forbidden Forest, wand in his pocket, eyes closed as Voldemort cast the Killing Curse.

Harry nodded. 'I had to willingly face Voldemort for the horcrux to be destroyed. I never meant to live, I thought he'd kill me, but... well, you saw what happened.'

'So you destroyed all the horcruxes?' Lucius asked.

'Yeah, that's what I was doing my seventh year,' Harry said. 'Ron, Hermione and I travelled Britain trying to find the horcruxes. Regulus Black stole the locket before he died, Bellatrix had the cup, Dumbledore had destroyed the ring and me the diary. The diadem was in The Room of Requirement at Hogwarts. Neville killed the snake at the battle, she was the last one.'

'But how'd you kill him?' Lucius asked.

'Do you know the story of the Deathly Hallows?' Harry asked.

Lucius nodded and said, 'Of course I do, all magical children are brought up on those stories.'

'They're real,' Harry said. 'I own the invisibility cloak, I'm the descendent of the youngest brother and got it from my father's side. The Ressurection Stone was in the Guant family ring, another family descendent of the second Peverell family. And the Elder Wand... Dumbledore won that from Grindelwald.'

'No wonder that old man was so powerful,' Lucius commented.

Harry smiled briefly and played with his food. 'Your son disarmed Dumbledore before Snape killed him,' he said. 'If you disarm the owner of the wand, or take their wand forcefully, you become the master.'

'Draco was the master of the Elder Wand?' Lucius demanded and watched Harry nod.

'But if you remember, when my friends and I were briefly kept prisoner at your Manor-' Lucius winced, looking guilty, but Harry continued, '- I took Draco's own wand from him so I became the master of the Elder Wand. When Voldemort tried to kill me in the Great Hall, well... the wand won't kill it's rightful master so... here I am.'

He spread his hands as he finished, watching Lucius process all that information. He went back to chewing on his chips, waiting for the blonde to pull himself together.

'Harry, I had no idea,' Lucius said softly, 'all that you've been through... have you ever had an easy year?'

'Well I was hoping the end of this one would be alright,' Harry said and smiled slightly. 'But then you came along.'

'Don't remind me,' Lucius groaned. 'I should never have seduced you.'

'Don't, Lucius,' Harry said sternly. 'I don't regret that night or what happened. Yes, it'd be easier if I didn't have to become a father so soon but... I'm glad you made me realise I'm gay, I'd have been miserable with Ginny.

'And now I'm going to have a son, a flesh and blood relative, I haven't had that since I was one. So no, don't regret that night.'

'How can you be so forgiving?' Lucius asked.

'Probably from my mother,' Harry shrugged. 'She was a forgiving woman.'

'Yes, Severus spoke of her often,' Lucius said. 'Severus and I have been friends since his first year,' he explained to Harry.

Harry smiled. 'Then we at least have one person we're both friendly with.'

Lucius chuckled and sipped his iced water. 'You never cease to amaze me, Mr Potter.'

'There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr Malfoy,' Harry replied coyly.

Lucius smirked. Oh he definitely wanted to find out all of Harry's secrets.