Not your usual Veela mate

Got Anything In Leather?

"If you are quite finished? We need to get going." Lucius reminded the boys.

"Where are we going Father?" Draco asked getting to his feet.

"Diagon Alley. Harry needs a new wardrobe and I understand you need a few new books?"

"Oh. I'd forgotten." Draco said going to change his clothes.

"You don't have to Mr. Malfoy. I was going to transfigure some stuff later on when I got the time." Harry said still sitting at the table, picking up a quill and toying with it.

"It is no trouble and it is Lucius, remember? You are family now and no family of mine is going to walk around dressed in rags. Or have to transfigure their own clothes. You deserve the best and that is what you are going to get. Now hurry along please, we have an appointment in half an hour."

"Yes sir." Harry murmured and went to put on his school robe.

Hmm, it would seem the boy reverts to formal address when he is unsure. He had no problem calling me by my name last night when we were relaxing and chatting over hot cocoa. I'll have to keep an eye on that. Lucius mused waiting for the boys to return.

HPDM

Harry walked between Lucius and Draco as they headed outside towards Hogwarts' wards. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was only a soft breeze flitting in and out of the treetops. Harry smiled; if he tried, it was almost as if he could hear tiny silvery laughter. Taking a deep breath, he let the autumn air fill his lungs and he felt strangely content. It was as if his entire being was recharged once he was away from the stony halls. As if the walls of his only home had been holding him down and penning him in.

Shaking his head, he pushed such nonsense to the side and returned his focus on the easy banter between father and son. Never in a million years would he have imagined the dignified Lucius Malfoy to actually have a sense of humour. Or have a soft side where his son was concerned. Talk about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! Harry thought amused. What you saw was most definitely not what you received when it came to Malfoys.

And that went for both of them. Draco was an entirely different person when they were alone and Harry was beginning to realise that he too had only seen the mask they presented to the world. Not the real persons hiding behind it. Merlin, he had been such a child! But then, there hadn't been anyone around to teach him such things, had there?

"Such deep thoughts for such a lovely morning." Lucius voice cut in, bringing him back to the here and now. Blushing Harry realised they had passed the wards and that Lucius was holding out a portkey he was yet to touch. Feeling his entire face grow hot, Harry quickly placed two fingers on the disk Mr. Malfoy held and then came that hated feeling of a hook behind his navel, jerking him through space.

Harry landed with a hard thud and it was only the quick grab on his arm from Lucius that prevented him from falling to the ground. Eyes closed and breathing deeply he fought the nausea and the terror that swept through him. Not there, not there, I'm not there! was the mantra he clung to and eventually the feelings died down and he became aware of his surroundings once more.

Opening his eyes, Harry saw he was standing in a large fitting room with three people looking at him in concern. Ducking his head he murmured: "I'm alright now. I just really hate portkeys."