Harry yawned widely as he turned the corner towards the Gryffindor tower, the last five days events catching up on him. Not only was he having to deal with the stretched bond between himself and Lucius and himself and Draco when they couldn't be together, getting used to having the emotions of two other people mingling with his own, dealing with fact that he was in fact a veela mate, that that mate was older and was still worried that Harry was going to change his mind at any time despite the fact that he had taken on all of the veela traits that mates took on, dealing with Hermione's icy behaviour and snide remarks and snaps that she made every time he was in the general vicinity of her, Ginny giving him the cold shoulder and glares whenever they were within 600 feet of each other, then the fact that her and Dean had split up because of her behaviour and clear jealousy. Her behaviour also gave him a horrible feeling for the potential of the way the meeting with the Weasley's was going to go the next day. Added onto that he had the worry of the way Sirius and Remus were going to be taking this news, and how long he was going to have to argue with them over Lucius.
Because he was not letting the blonde go. Over the last four days Harry had seen exactly who Lucius could be, he was gentle and caring, watching out for Harry and looking after him without smothering him or coddling him and treating him like a child. But he had also never had anyone look at him in a way that made him feel so wanted and desired, that made him feel as though he wasn't expected to be someone or something other than exactly what he was. When Lucius looked at him Harry could see and feel that he was everything to Lucius, and the blonde was swiftly becoming the same in Harry's eyes. His heart beat faster at the mere sight of his mate, each touch sent Harry's body alright like nothing he had ever felt before, each kiss was drugging and like a shot of adrenaline at the same time making his body sing and his magic dance for Lucius.
The last three days since their meeting with Albus they had struggled to get some time together, Lucius had been busy contacting the council of veela informing them of their mating, then he had been called away to deal with an issue with the Malfoy estate forcing them to cancel the second meal they had had planned in his rooms. Last night they had managed to spend lunch time together and the evening after they had finished supper, they had simply sat chatting and getting to know each other better.
For example Harry now knew that Lucius had a keen interest in the mythologies of their people, the founders particularly, that he enjoyed listening to classical music, operas and enjoyed the ballet. And that he particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare, who it turned out was pretty much nearly a squib. Explained a lot about his plays though.
As he turned one of the last corners he froze staring at the sight waiting at the end of the corridor. He had thought that he would not be getting to see Lucius tonight. Albus had requested that he go to his office an hour after supper, meaning that Harry had had to cancel going to see Lucius as he had only had that hour free before he needed to go and finish up the business with the Malfoy estate. He had stayed with Albus perhaps a bit longer than he would otherwise have, the knowledge that he had missed his time with Lucius and the tugging bond that told him Lucius wasn't even in the same building as him anymore. Only Draco's soothing waves of warmth and growing affection had stopped him from twitching like a mad person for most of the evening. Albus had of course just smiled understandingly and allowed Harry to talk through everything.
But he had resigned himself to not seeing Lucius till tomorrow, now however there was a very familiar figure standing casually in the corridor, his crimson and black robes fitting his form delightfully, displaying his deceptively broad and strong shoulders, his firm chest that was sadly hidden slightly still by his robes - when he finally got to see Lucius naked he was sure he was going to have a heart attack the blonde was too delicious with his robes on and from what Harry had been able to feel innocently underneath them his robes did not do him justice.
