Lucius took a deep breath and smiled as the scent of Harry moved through his senses, the feel of his familiar and warm body in his arms and against his own body. Before he opened his eyes he burried his face into Harry's hair and listened to the soft, steady breathing with an occasional grumble and mumble against Lucius's chest. Lucius had to stifle his chuckles when Harry grumbled something about Ron leaving him some sausages before absently patting Lucius's chest.
Finally opening his eyes he looked down at his tempting mate spread comfortably across his chest like a human blanket. Harry's head was resting on his shoulders, an arm and leg thrown over Lucius's body. Considering both of them were unused to having someone's body heat so close the blanket had been nudged down to their waists through the night and neither had bothered to pull it back up, now that meant that Lucius could once again compare their varying skin colours against each other and take in the delicious sight Harry made.
Harry's hair was even more of a sight than normal and how the teen managed to pull off the look and make it look attractive when on most others it would have just looked a mess Lucius didn't know. His years of quidditch had paid off if the muscled back was anything to go by and the firm stomach and chest that Lucius had happily explored the night before. Harry was by no means delicate or slender, he was a good height at 5,9 but both James and Lily had been tall so Lucius wondered at the height of Harry.
He hadn't been able to believe it when he had been summoned to Severus's rooms with the information something had happened to Draco. He had smelt an appealing, masculine but wonderful scent the minute he had walked into the rooms but his mind was focussed on the fact that something had happened to his kit, his newly submissive kit. But when he had turned to look for the scent and he had caught sight of Harry. Harry who had always caught his attention and been intruiging to him, Harry who even as a child had had an air of beauty and grace around him. He had been worried that he wasn;t as different to his father, that maybe there was something wrong and twisted with him, that maybe his lack of mate had unhinged him when he had first seen Harry as a 12 year old and felt a pull and definite attraction to him.
He was so relieved when he had walked into Severus's rooms and discovered that not only did he have his mate, that his mate was alive, but that it was the young teen he had been lusting after more and more as the years went on. And then it had hit him, his mate was Harry Potter. He had despaired of the teen giving him a chance, and then Severus told him what had happened with the boys and Draco, and while he had been furious, he had realised that Harry had felt the pull.
The last two weeks had been unbelievable. It had been like heaven, spending time getting to know his mate and holding him. Their relationship definitely advancing, seeing Harry and their kit interacting, seeing the happiness on Draco's face and the care that Harry gave him as wel as the affection. They fit together so easily as a family, Harry already forming a calming buffer between himself and Draco when they clashed. And now he was lying with Harry in his arm, in his bed. He felt right.
Harry shifted slightly in his sleep, snuggling in closer to the warmth of the body underneath his. He was ready to wake up but he really didn't want to, he was warm and comfy, there was a humming feeling of matching contentness in his chest and he felt as though his was surrounded in warmth, safety and love. A scent almost as familiar as his own was surrounding him and he was lying on something warm but definetely not bed like.
Yawning slightly he gave the thing underneath his hand a lazy pat trying to figure out what it was when the whole thing started moving and a chuckle sounded underneath his ear. grumbling he tried to curl in tighter before blinking his eyes open when his memories came back to him.
